This story involves graphic depictions of consensual sex between two young friends, plus descriptions of erotic events involving urination, as well as references to incest. If this story isn't to your liking, or if it's illegal for you to read such things wherever you are, then stop reading and move on. The events herein are based on actual events. I know, because I was there.

Mike and Me

Chapter 1 -- Our First Time

In the late summer of 1971, having just turned 11 years old, I kept seeing a new kid in the neighborhood. He was obviously a bit older than I, judging by his size and height. He seemed like a nice enough kid, but things were gearing up for school to begin soon, so we didn't have much time to get very acquainted with each other. I at least knew that his first name was Mike, but I knew little else about him. I had seen him hanging out a good bit with another friend of mine -- named Danny -- whom I'd known for several years. Before I knew it, school started up again and I was in the 6^th grade. I was a bit surprised to see Mike in my class. Certainly he was too old to be a sixth grader. We sat next to each other in class and quickly got better acquainted with each other. We walked home together after school as he lived across the street and around the corner from my house, and got to know each other even better. As it turned out, he was actually still 12 years old, but would turn 13 in November. He should have been in the 7^th grade, but as I found out, he had just moved in with his grandparents following the passing of his mother. They'd been living in Florida. I don't think he ever told me about his dad. But even for almost 13 years old, Mike was a big kid -- already 5' 6" tall, a full foot taller than I. I was actually a bit short for my age, and obviously, he was tall for his age. Regardless of our differences in stature, we hit it off from the start. By the end of the second week of school, we were practically inseparable. We were also the proverbial odd couple because he was so much bigger than I. But that didn't bother us in the slightest. We became fast friends and soon, we were the best of friends. It wasn't long before I found out that Mike had a bit of a problem comprehending the "new" math they were teaching. I had always been good in math, and took to this new math like a duck to water. And while our teacher was a very good one, Mike couldn't quite seem to get the hang of it in class. I'm not sure if it was a mental block, or pressure, or just what. After a particularly frustrating time at the blackboard, Mike was unable to do the problem he was assigned (one that I did in my head) and returned to his seat amid a few muffled giggles from our classmates. Kids can be so cruel sometimes. I leaned over and told him that I thought I could help him after school, if he wanted me to. He managed a thin smile and just said "Thanks!"

That day after school, I went to his house and we went right up to his room. He had a phone in his room, which was unheard of in those days, but I quickly called my mom at work and explained that I was at Mike's, helping him with his math. Of course, she couldn't have been more proud of me, but I didn't think of it as anything other than simply helping out my best friend. We spent about a half hour going over the problems that had been assigned, and before long, this big grin slowly developed across Mike's face and his eyes brightened, as if a light had come on inside his head. He blazed through the rest of the math homework, without any further help from me. Throughout the rest of that school year, I would help Mike a few more times with his math, whenever some newfangled concept was laid out for us. But he caught on every time.

While Mike may have needed my help with math from time to time, he certainly didn't need my help with any other subjects. He was pretty smart when it came to everything else. But we hung out constantly and studied together almost all the time. It was said at the time that if you saw Mike walking your way, look carefully because I'd probably be right behind him. Mike's 13^th birthday came in November and of course, I was there to help him celebrate the event. I even bought him a model car from the local hobby shop (remember those?) and it was of a 1958 Chevy -- which turned out to be one of his favorite cars -- and was originally made in the same year he was born. It was the first time that I'd spent my own money to buy a birthday gift for a friend. It was only a week or so after his 13^th birthday that things changed between us.

We had been teamed up to work on a Social Studies project for school. At this point, the details of the assignment are long forgotten and totally unimportant to the point of this story anyway. But Social Studies was a subject that Mike seemed to excel in, and even though I was good at it too, it might have been something that he was even better at than I. All I really remember about it was that it was something we both worked on together, and both received an A+ for our efforts in the end. As I recall, the assignment was given on a Thursday, and on the way home from school, Mike and I hatched a plan for me to stay overnight at his house the next night to work on it. Phone calls were made back and forth from my mom and Mike's grandmother. That night, I packed a little overnight bag with some clean clothes. I remember my big brother Don coming into my room and asking me where I was going. I told him and he laughingly said "Well, you'll need this!" and got the partially-used tube of KY Jelly out from under my mattress and tossed it in my overnight bag. Naturally, I took it back out and put it down on my night stand, with the intent of putting it back. Now, if you're wondering what on Earth an 11 year old boy would be doing with a tube of KY under his mattress -- and his big brother knowing right where it was, the fact was that by then, I'd been having regular -- and quite frequent -- sex with my big brother -- and a number of other neighbor boys -- mostly older than I, for more than two years. As I finished packing, it occurred to me that I didn't see the tube of KY anymore and assumed that either I'd put it back under my mattress without thinking, or Don had done so. Amazingly, school flew by the next day. I went straight to Mike's house from school. We started on it right after school and made some great progress with it -- nearly finishing it, in fact. I had dinner at Mike's and then we went right back up to his bedroom and worked on it some more. We finally took a break around 7:00, partly because Mike's grandmother was insisting that we take a shower before bed. That was a slight problem for me because I hadn't actually started taking showers at that age. Of course I bathed, but it was in the form of a tub-bath -- not a stand-up shower. I mentioned this to Mike, somewhat embarrassed. In his usual big-brotherly way, he tousled my hair and said, "C'mon, there's nothing to it. I'll show ya."

There was a shower stall in the basement that was pretty good-sized -- definitely big enough for the two of us, though my thoughts weren't really on taking a shower with Mike. Well, not that I wasn't thinking about it -- in fact, I was hoping we would shower together. But I really wasn't expecting Mike to go for something like that. Boy, was I wrong. We gathered up some towels and headed for the basement together. And just to clarify, this was a fully finished basement. Mike set the water, then instantly stripped off all of his clothes. It was the first time I'd ever seen him naked. His body was fairly toned and I'd guess he probably weighed about 115 -- 120 lbs. The mass of freckles on his face extended to his broad shoulders, but below that, his skin was almost milky white in tone. His strong Irish heritage was clearly evident. Standing as he was, I had only gotten to see him from behind, but even that looked pretty good. I felt a stirring in my groin and thought to myself "No, not now. Don't get hard now." Mike turned his head back toward me and said "Um, you'd better get your clothes off, unless you're gonna do laundry at the same time." I grinned slightly and mumbled "Uh, yeah!" and quickly took my clothes off. Aside from being a bit short for my age, I was also a bit thin too. I probably weighed a little more than half what Mike weighed. My little dick was behaving itself, at least for the time being. We got into the shower and for the first time, I saw the front half of Mike's naked body. At barely 13 years of age, he already had a healthy tuft of bright red pubes that matched the color of the long bright red hair on top of his head, far more than the few wisps of dark brown pubes that I'd recently begun growing. His dick didn't appear to be aroused in the slightest, but it was about an inch thick and at least 4 inches long. As we got wet, I lowered my head to keep from getting water in my eyes, and got a real good look at it. I began wondering how big it got when it was hard. I glanced down at my own dick, which was still behaving. It was barely an inch and a half long when soft, and about a half inch thick. I knew that when my dick got hard, it was about ¾ of an inch thick and a about 4 inches long -- as long as Mike's dick was when his was flaccid. Anyway, he got the shampoo, squeezed some into my palm and some into his and we washed our hair, and then rinsed. Of course, I got soap in my eyes and Mike had to hand me a towel to dry my face with. He told me, "When you're rinsing your hair, just close your eyes normally -- don't squeeze them closed too tight." (Have done it that way ever since and rarely get soap in my eyes.) Then we started soaping ourselves up. It suddenly dawned on me that at some point I was going to have to wash my dick, which always tended to get hard when I did. While I was thinking about how to keep my dick from getting hard, Mike noticed that I hadn't washed my back. Suddenly I heard him say "Turn around." I was facing toward him, more or less, and without question or comment, I turned around. The next thing I knew, Mike was washing my back for me. And he didn't exactly stop when he got to my lower back -- he was actually washing the upper part of my buttocks. He stopped there and just said "Okay, rinse!" I turned my back toward the water stream and he handed me the soap and washcloth, and turned around, his back toward me. I didn't need any further instruction at this point and started washing his back for him. And, as he'd done with me, I washed just as low as he had. He had the smoothest and whitest butt I'd ever seen. It was almost like milk. I felt my dick starting to stir as I was washing his back, but by the time I was done, it hadn't stiffened -- at least not noticeably. Mike stepped back into the water to rinse off and I glanced down and noticed that his dick wasn't quite as flaccid as before. I pretended not to notice and we continued washing up. I washed my feet and legs next, working my way up to my groin. Mike seemed to be doing it the same way, and I almost laughed at the thought that he was trying to avoid washing his groin until the last for the same reason -- fear of getting a boner in the shower with another boy. He started washing himself "down there" first though and while doing a thorough job, he got a bit more erect, but not what I thought was a full-on boner. I did the same, and got stiff, but not fully. We said nothing to each other, which was probably a relief to both of us. We finally rinsed off and got out to dry off. I remember being a little surprised at how warm their basement was, even being finished as it was. Once we dried-off, we slipped into clean socks and underwear and suddenly realized we'd forgotten to bring clean clothes to the basement with us. Mike snickered and said, "Well, Gran won't like it, but we'll just have to run up to my room in our underwear." He had the cutest, devilish grin as he said this and I was caught up in his mischief. We hung up our wet towels, and I gathered up my dirty clothes while Mike put his clothes in a hamper just outside the laundry room. I waited by the bottom of the steps and when he came over he said "You go first!" and gave me a playful little shove. We were able to hear Mike's grandma in the kitchen, just at the top of the stairs drying dishes. "Oh no! You go first! It's your house!" I said in defiance. Mike gave me that devilish grin of his again and said, "No, you go first -- trust me!" Yeah, like I'd trust a used car salesman. I stood to one side and said "Nope! You go first!" He grinned even wider and said "Okay, but don't say I didn't try!" and then he said "C'mon!" and he took off up the steps, me right behind him. If he had stopped suddenly, my face would have gone right into his ass! He flung the door open and rounded the corner, with me right behind him. I heard him say "Sorry Gran! We forgot our clothes!" By then, I rounded the corner behind Mike and he was already halfway through the kitchen. Mike's grandmother yelled something in Gaelic in mock anger, and I could see a slight grin on her face as I ran past her. And that's when it happened. Snap! With the skill of a high school jock in the locker room, she took her damp dish towel and landed a perfect snap right on my right butt cheek! I squealed "OW!" and Mike almost fell over himself, laughing as he ran. We rounded the corner on the other side of the kitchen and I heard another towel-snap, but this one didn't connect. I already had my hand on my right butt cheek as I ran up the stairs behind Mike, staring at his butt the whole way. He reached the top of the steps and doubled over in laughter, actually collapsing to the floor. Mike had the most contagious laugh of anyone I knew at the time, and I couldn't help but laughing with him. When he was finally able to catch enough of his breath, he said, "I tried to get you to go first! If you had, she would have snapped me instead!" and then we started giggling all over again. After a couple minutes, we finally regained our composure and went into his bedroom.

Mike's bedroom was actually the whole second floor of the house. I should explain that the same contractors built all the houses in our neighborhood back in the early to mid-fifties. They were all 1-½-story homes, so the walls on both of the long sides of the upstairs area were sloped with the roof. Aside from the phone in Mike's room, he also had his own television set. That may not sound like much, but for a kid to have his own TV in his room in 1971 was a luxury, usually found in only the most affluent of society. Granted, the TV in Mike's room was a black and white set, and in fact, it was his grandfather's old TV set which he took upstairs after they got their color set for the living room. But it was hooked up to the main antenna, and it picked up all the good UHF stations. Again, this was nearly a decade before the wide deployment of cable television in our area. And everyone knew that the `good' shows were on the UHF channels. We went into his room and I put my clothes on the floor next to my overnight bag. As Mike turned the TV set on (having to wait for it to warm up) I had a sudden frightful thought. For the past couple of years, I'd gotten into the habit of sleeping in the nude most of the time, or at the most, just in my underwear. I hadn't owned a set of pajamas in at least that long, but I had no idea how Mike usually slept. I started to pull out a pair of jeans and a shirt to put on when Mike said "You don't think it's warm up here?" I was already flushed from my recent thoughts of how Mike normally slept and said, "Yeah, it is pretty warm." Keep in mind that this was a good two years before the energy crisis of 1973 and we capitalist Americans had no qualms about keeping our homes toasty-warm in the cold winter months. I somehow knew what he meant, without having to actually say it -- that he was intent on lounging around in his underwear. I bent down to put my clothes back into my bag and bit my lower lip when I saw the tube of KY Jelly in the bottom of my bag. I quickly covered it up, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. I went over and sat next to him on a short couch-sort-of-thing -- which I would come to find out was commonly referred to a loveseat. I kept stealing glances at the big bulge in the front of his underwear. At one point, I could actually see where the rim around the head of his dick was. Man, I wanted to rip his shorts down and suck him like crazy. We watched some TV as we sat next to each other, but as boys often do, we kept carrying on with each other, particularly during the commercials. We soon got bored with the TV and started wrestling around, first just playfully on the loveseat, but we soon wound up on the floor. Of course, we weren't paying attention to how much noise we were making as our nearly naked bodies thumped and bumped on the floor. It probably wasn't too long before Mike's grandmother yelled upstairs, telling us to settle down a bit. I could swear she was smiling as she yelled at us though. Mike had a great relationship with his grandparents, and they both loved him as if he were their own son. Mike yelled back that we would, but I knew he wasn't nearly done overpowering me yet. Of course, with the difference in our sizes, that was an easy task for him. Mike got up and reached down and easily pulled me to my feet. I caught just a glimpse of his front-side and it looked as though that big dick of his was at least partway stiff. I knew mine was about half-hard too, but with my size -- or lack thereof -- it didn't really show anyway. Mike flashed that devilish grin of his and said "C'mon, I have an idea!" and without letting go, he led me over to his bed, and threw me onto it, instantly leaping on top of me. We were right back at it, wrestling around with each other, but we were now on his bed. It didn't take more than a few minutes of this activity -- our two nearly naked young bodies, writhing around on the bed -- before both of us had raging boners. After just a few minutes, Mike managed to pin me on my back, which granted, wouldn't have taken too much effort on his part, but then he quickly crawled up and sat down on the middle of my bare chest, the big bulge in his underwear mere inches from my face. He quickly pinned both of my hands to the bed with just one hand. I struggled to get free, but to be honest, I wasn't trying very hard. After a few moments, he looked down at me, suddenly with a pensive look on his face and said "I wanna ask you something." I looked at the pulsing ridge in his underwear for a split second, then looked up at him and said "Sure, what is it?"

Mike cleared his throat and said softly, "Bobby (another friend of mine -- my age -- which I'd been having boy-boy sex with for more than four years) asked me a strange question yesterday. He asked me if you've been... well... suckin' my dick. The question is, why would he ask me something like that?" My heart instantly sank, thinking that if I answered honestly -- in essence admitting that I'd been sucking Bobby -- in addition to doing other things with him -- that this could spell the end of our friendship. On the other hand, I really felt like I couldn't lie to Mike, no matter what. I cleared my throat and said, "Well first, what did you tell him?" Mike actually grinned -- ever so slightly -- and said, "I told him no, but he didn't seem to believe me, so I just told him that if you were, I wouldn't tell him about it. After that he just smiled, nodded his head and said `Pretty damn good at it, ain't he?' and then he walked off." The only response I could muster at that point was simply "Hmm..." Mike looked a little more serious at me and asked "Have you been sucking him?" I felt my face go completely flush. I was having a hard time getting my breath, and I don't think it was because Mike was sitting on my chest. I glanced again at the intense ridge in Mike's underwear, then looked up at him and cleared my throat. I said "Um, best friends, right?" Mike actually smiled, still pinning my hands to the bed above my head, and said "Yep! That means we can talk about anything, okay?" I nodded my head slightly and said "Okay. Well, since he broke the boys' code of silence first, yeah, I've sucked him before." "How recently?" Mike asked. "Uh, I think the last time was actually about two weeks ago, when you went to Leesville Lake for the weekend." I answered. "Did he suck you?" Mike asked. "No. We actually started doing that a few years ago, and at first it was mutual -- well, more or less," I answered, "Which really means that when we'd do it, he's suck me for a few seconds, and I'd suck him for a few minutes. But after the first few months went by, it became mostly one-sided." "You mean you sucking him, right?" Mike asked. I simply nodded my head in agreement. Then Mike asked, "Have you guys done anything else?" I had a feeling I knew what he was asking, but must have gotten an inquisitive look on my face and before I had a chance to say anything, he said "I mean like has he ever, you know, put his dick up your butt?" I felt my heart leap into my throat. I swallowed hard, not really wanting to admit this to Mike. Again, before I had a chance to answer, he smiled thinly and said "Best friends, remember?" I nodded my head nervously and finally squeaked out faintly "Yeah, he's done that, and no, I ain't done it back to him." Mike actually smiled again, as if he just realized that I knew he was going to ask that next. It was funny, and I have no way of explaining it, but it seemed that despite our obvious physical differences, not to mention the nearly two-year difference in our age, we always seemed to be on the same wavelength. It was not unlike how many sets of identical twins think so much alike that they tend to finish each other's sentences.

Another thoughtful look came across Mike's face as he simply looked down at me. I was becoming quite nervous at this point and wasn't sure what to expect. And that was a particularly uncomfortable feeling -- especially with Mike, whom I always seemed to know what to expect from him next. I was beginning to wish that whatever he was going to do, that he'd hurry up and just get it over with -- whether he was going to slap the shit out of me, or pull his cock out and stuff it into my mouth. Finally he spoke and asked "So, have you done it with anyone else besides Bobby?" I wished that he hadn't asked me that. I looked downward and nodded my head, inadvertently looking at the bulge in his underwear again. It was then that I realized that his cock still seemed to be very hard. "Who?" he asked. I looked up at him and said, "Okay, I know we're best friends, and that we can talk about anything, but us boys have a code of silence about this sort of thing. I only told you about Bobby because he broke that code first. I mean, if I did stuff with you, you wouldn't want me to go around telling other guys I was doing it with you, right?" I think I flinched at that moment, expecting him to smack me. I'm not really sure why, as he'd never struck me in anger before. He smiled broadly and said "Good answer." He was still smiling, but then it seemed as he was starting to blush a bit and, very softly -- almost under his breath -- he asked, "So um, do you wanna, you know, um, suck me?" I could tell that it was a very difficult thing for him to ask and I grinned up at him and said "Sure!" and then, trying to hide my enthusiasm, said, "Um, I mean, that is, if you want me to." He smiled again, still blushing and then rose up off my chest, letting my hands free. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his briefs and then said, "Wait. Um, take your underwear off first." Now, I've never really had a body to be overly proud of, but certainly at the age of 11, I didn't have anything to be overly ashamed of either. Besides, we'd showered together earlier that evening and he'd already seen me naked. I slid my underwear off and tossed them on the floor beside the bed. He stood up on the bed and said, "Now take mine off." I looked up at him and he had that wonderfully mischievous grin on his face. I think he realized at that moment that he could control me, and basically get me to do just about anything he said for me to do. I smiled and slowly pulled his underwear down, pulling them down in the back first, then gently pulling the front outward before revealing his big hard cock. Did I say it was big? At barely 13 years old, Mike's cock measured in at a little over 6 ½ inches in length and was a good inch and a half thick, maybe a bit thicker around the base. Like mine, his cock was circumcised. The head of it was slightly tapered at the very tip, but the rim around the head was robust. I actually licked my lips when I looked at it again, after tossing his underwear to the floor. I got up on my knees, put my hand on the shaft of his cock, opened my mouth and took the head and a little more into my mouth. Mike's cock was big, but it wasn't the biggest cock I'd had -- not quite anyway. It was bigger than my big brother's cock, but notably smaller than Dave's. Dave was a mostly annoying neighbor kid, a year younger than my oldest brother, and several months older than my older brother. But he had a big, thick cock that had an amazing taste to it. Dave never passed up an opportunity to get that big thing in my mouth, or up my ass. Mike let out a soft moan as he felt my warm wet mouth on his cock for the first time. I swirled my tongue around the underside of his shaft, with barely two inches of his cock in my mouth. I rose up on my knees a bit to get a better angle of attack, and then slowly went down on his cock until my nose was buried in his bright red pubes. Mike moaned again, louder this time, and put one of his hands on the back of my head. I pulled back up, sucking all the way, and went back down on him. Standing on the bed as he was then had to be a little tough for him and after barely a minute, I pulled off and asked "Wouldn't you be more comfortable lying down on the bed?" Mike shook his head quickly, as if in a daze, and said "Um yeah, good idea." He lay down on his back and I got between his legs. I started to go down on him again when he stopped me and said, with a big grin, "Um, Bobby was right... you are good at this!" I smiled and just said "Thanks!" and then went down on him again. Mike spread his legs a bit, put one hand on the back of my head again and moaned out occasionally -- particularly when I went all the way down on him. After a few minutes, I pulled my mouth off his cock and gave it a long, firm lick -- from the base to the tip.

Mike smiled down at me and started to say something about how great that felt, almost as if he figured I was done, but his voice trailed off when I lowered my head and started licking his big smooth balls. I think it took several licks before he realized 1) what I was doing, and 2) how good it felt to him. His previous thought totally disrupted, he simply moaned "Oh man, that feels great." I grinned up at him and very gently sucked one of his balls into my mouth. By the time I let that one go and got the other one in my mouth, Mike had spread his legs a good bit wider. My left hand remained around the shaft of his cock, stroking it ever so slightly. I continued licking his balls for a couple more minutes before lowering my head again and started licking his wide, smooth crotch, which is what we called our perineum. "Oh man! Uh yeah, that feels great, man!" he moaned. I hungrily lapped at his crotch for maybe a half minute when he spread his legs even wider still, pulling his lower legs upward a good bit. It was precisely what I was hoping he'd do. I kept licking all over his crotch, gradually -- very gradually -- lowering my head a little at a time. Before long, I'd gone as deep into his crotch as I could go before my tongue reached his asshole. Of course, I knew that Mike had just showered -- hell; I was there with him. At first, it was just the tip of my tongue on the outer rim of his ass. I heard him moan and his legs spread and lifted just a bit more. The next lick caught more of my tongue on more of his asshole. He moaned again, a bit more intensely, and pulled his legs upward and apart just a bit more. The third lick was the charm. My tongue was full-on in the middle of his ass. He gasped and moaned softly "Oh God!" He reached down and put his hand on the back of my head and lifted his legs a bit more. And here, I'd been worried about how he'd react to getting his asshole licked. I'm guessing that I spent the next several minutes, perhaps more, with my tongue buried exclusively in his hot tight sweet asshole. For one thing, he was holding my head in place with a good amount of force, and for another, even if he hadn't been; I was in no big rush to move on. The whole time I was eating out his ass, he kept moaning about how great it felt. He finally let my head go, and just to prove that it wasn't just his hand keeping my tongue in his ass, I kept licking him for a few more moments. I then went back into his crotch, on up to his balls, and finally got his throbbing-hard cock back into my mouth. I could tell just by how hard his cock was that it wasn't going to take long to get him off. I started sucking him hard and fast. Mike moaned deeply and mumbled "Uh fuck! If you keep that up, I'm gonna... I'm gonna... oh fuck!" and with that, his entire body went stiff. His cock expanded in my mouth. I dug my tongue firmly into the underside of his cock, right on the sweet-spot. I cupped his big churning balls in my right hand, which suddenly pulled up toward the base of his cock and then came the first of several healthy squirts of cum in my mouth. And for barely being 13 years old, he came quite a bit. When his orgasm subsided, I carefully pulled my mouth off his cock and swallowed his sweet young boy-seed. I gave his cock a gentle upward stroke and a healthy glob of cum formed at the tip. I daintily licked it off with just the tip of my tongue. He twitched slightly when my tongue touched his hyper-sensitive member, but he otherwise looked quite satisfied -- particularly judging by the broad grin on his face as he bask in the afterglow of the best orgasm he'd ever had -- yet. After several long moments, he lifted his head and smiled down at me, still crouched between his long muscular legs and said, "Man, that was incredible!" I smiled up at him and said "Thanks!" as I gave his cock another gentle upward stroke. A bit more of his cum oozed from the tip of his still-hard cock. I leaned down and very gently sucked it up. He didn't squirm this time and simply moaned softly, "Mmm..."

I opened my mouth a bit wider and took a couple inches of his cock back into my mouth and gently sucked on it. Apparently, it had lost its hyper-sensitivity already. After maybe a half minute, he lifted his head again and said, "By the way, what did you do with my um, you know, sperm? Did you spit it out somewhere?" I took my mouth off his cock and said "Yeah, I spit it into your belly button." Of course, he looked, and right away I said "Ha! Made ya look!" He smirked and lightly slapped me on the head, making a little sound effect that made it sound like a harder slap. I giggled and said "No, I swallowed your cum." "Wow! Really? What's it taste like?" he asked. I sat up a bit and said, "Well, it really doesn't taste much like anything. I mean, it's sorta tasteless and bland." He looked inquisitive and asked, "You mean mine's like that?" "No, not just yours -- it's pretty much the same with everybody, I guess." I answered. Then I slipped and said "It doesn't taste anything like piss." Now, a lot of people in our class had gotten the preconceived notion that Mike was just a big dumb Irish kid. Well, they were wrong about him being dumb. Yeah, he had that little stumbling block when it came to the new math, but otherwise, Mike was a really smart kid. His face lit up right away and of course, he asked the next obvious question, "So, you know what piss tastes like, huh?" I could have died, at least until I saw that grin on his cute face. I should explain that the blow job that I'd just given Mike was not only his first-ever full blow job, but it was the first time that his dick had ever been in another person's mouth. Sexually speaking, Mike was pure, virgin territory. But, as I would soon learn, that didn't mean that he knew nothing of sex -- in fact, he thought long and hard about it. He had many ideas about sex, some that turned out to be much wilder than any of the things I'd already done. I don't know where he got all those ideas; either from reading magazines -- which he didn't seem to have access to, listening to other guys talk about sex, or from his own vivid imagination. But from my comment about cum not tasting anything like piss, he knew instantly that I knew what piss tasted like, and that just fueled his already hormone-driven imagination. Little did I know that one of the many things he thought about was pissing -- either on someone, or in their mouth. I blushed and forced a grin as I admitted "Yeah..."

Mike suddenly got up off the bed, grabbing me by the wrist and pulling me to my feet, pulling me along behind him. He led me to a door at the edge of the top of the stairwell, which until then I assumed was simply a closet and opened it, leading me into a half-bathroom. No tub or shower, just a sink and a toilet. By then, his cock had lost some of its stiffness, but certainly wasn't fully flaccid either. He closed the door behind us and simply said, "Kneel, boy!" I sunk to my knees, trying to hide the grin on my face. It suddenly occurred to him that even for as often as he'd thought about pissing in someone's mouth, he'd never actually done so, and wasn't sure how to go about it. He blushed a little and then, in a commanding tone he said, "I gotta pee, boy. Take care of it." I took over from there, putting the very tip of his big dick into my mouth, took a deep breath through my nose and nodded my head. A second or two later, I felt a warm stream of bitter, slightly salty liquid squirting steadily into my mouth. I started swallowing immediately and managed to drink most of it. A small amount of his piss leaked from the corners of my mouth and ran down my chin and neck. When he was done, I quickly opened my mouth and took another deep breath. The moment I did, Mike put his hand on the back of my head, pulled it toward him and shoved his half-hard cock all the way into my mouth. I was a little surprised by his sudden attack, but put my tongue on the underside of his cock right away and started sucking him. A final small stream of piss squirted from his rapidly stiffening cock and luckily ran down the right tube in my throat. Within a matter of seconds, he was sliding his cock in and out of my mouth, holding my head firmly with both hands. Even though I was still trying to catch my breath from swallowing a full load of his piss, I put my left hand on the right cheek of his butt and my right hand under his big smooth balls and allowed him to fuck my face. My own dick was so hard that it was starting to ache.

After fucking my face for a couple minutes, he finally pulled his cock out of my mouth and pulled me to my feet. Looking down at me with that mischievous grin of his, he asked "So, did you like my piss, boy?" My response to him unwittingly set the stage for our relationship for the next few years. I looked up at him with a grin and, in an obedient tone of voice, I replied "Yes, master! I loved it!" That mischievous grin widened even more and, for an instant, I think I saw a pair of red horns protruding from his skull. Okay, so I'm kidding about the horns, but he definitely fed into my referring to him as `master'. He noticed the damp streaks of his piss on my neck and said "Wash up, slave boy!" "Yes, master! As you wish!" I replied and turned around and got a washcloth wet and put a little soap on it and washed his piss from my chin and neck. As I was washing up, Mike was standing directly behind me, and I could see in the mirror that he was looking down at my little butt. At one point, he even bent his knees, pushed his hips toward me and rose up, pulling that big thick hard cock of his into my crotch and up the crack of my little butt. He actually did that several times, mainly because I was taking my time with washing up and drying off. When I was done, we went back into his bedroom.

Mike thought for a moment as he approached the bed and said "Lie down on your back." Again, I responded with "Yes, master!" and lie on my back on his bed. He got up onto the bed and straddled my thin smooth chest, his big thick cock hanging mere inches above my face. He pinned both of my hands above my head with just his left hand and with his right hand, he started rubbing his big thick hard cock all over my face. Of course, he started off by rubbing it on my lips and my tongue when I stuck it out, but he went on, rubbing it all over my chin and neck, and all over both of my cheeks. Then he told me to tilt my head to one side and rubbed his cock under my nose and my upper lip, sliding it back and forth a few times lengthwise. After he told me to straighten my head back out, he literally poked the tip of his cock into my nostrils. He rubbed his big thick cock across both of my eyes -- while they were closed, of course. And the whole time, his cock was oozing with precum, which he was making it a point to smear all over my face. After rubbing his cock across my forehead and even into my hair, Mike said, "Turn your head." I said softly "yes, master!" and turned my head to one side. Mike rubbed his cock across my cheek and into my left ear, rubbing the head of it all over my outer ear and even trying to poke it into my ear hole. Of course, it was much too big to go inside, but it was the thought that counted. He told me to turn my head the other way, and again I responded obediently, saying, "Yes, master." The more I referred to him as `master' the more he fed into the dominant role, and the more submissive I became to him. As I slowly turned my head the other way, he held his cock against my face. I heard him stifle a little giggle as his cock was dragged gently across my face. My own cock was throbbing so hard that it literally ached. By then -- at age 11, plus a few months -- I'd already had a lot of sex with a number of different guys, some my age, others older than I, but without a doubt, this was the hottest sex I'd had to date, and it could only get better. Mike rubbed his cock into my right ear, just as he'd done before and then told me to turn my head straight again. Of course, I answered with, "Yes, master!" and slowly turned my head to face him, his cock dragging across my face as I turned. He slid his cock up and down my face a number of times, on either side of my nose and looked down at me with that priceless grin of his and said "You like my dick, don't you, slave-boy?" I looked up at him, smiling widely and said softly, but enthusiastically, "Oh yes master! I love your dick!" His smile broadened a bit and then he said, "Kiss it, boy! Kiss your master's dick!" "Mmm, yes master! Thank you, sir!" I replied. I eagerly kissed his cock as he held it close to my mouth, moving it back and forth so I could kiss all over the shaft. After several long moments, he said, "Lick it, boy!" "Yes, master!" I replied and extended my tongue, licking his cock wherever I could in relation to where he held it to my face. After several more long moments of me licking his cock, he smiled down at me, me still licking his cock and asked, "Do you want to suck my dick, boy?" "Oh yes master! I'd love to suck your dick! Please let me suck you!" I replied eagerly. Again, Mike stifled a little giggle and as I held my mouth open, he slowly slid about half of his cock into my mouth. Somehow, he seemed to know that at the angle we were both at, half of his cock was about all I could take without gagging, and he was careful not to push his cock any farther into my mouth than that.

After sucking him for a few minutes, he pulled out and sat back on my chest, not so much as to crush me, and he let go of my hands. I put my hands on his strong smooth muscular thighs and smiled up at him. His expression changed slightly, though he was still smiling and he asked me, "Um, are you having fun, I mean, with this master/slave-boy thing?" "Fuck yeah! This is really cool!" I answered, being totally honest with him. He smiled widely and just said, "Cool!" I reached over with my right hand and wrapped it around his still-wet cock and stroked it slowly. We were silent for a few moments, and I somehow knew that he was thinking of something. Finally, he cleared his throat and spoke, saying, "Um, you know what I'd really love to try doing?" "No, what?" I replied. "What I'd really like to do," he said, "is to stick my dick up your butt, that is if you'd let me. But I've heard that to do that, you need some kind of lube, and I don't have any." He had an almost hurt look on his face. I said "Yeah, we'd need some lube for you to do that, especially with that monster dick of yours." He giggled and tousled my hair, and then looked serious again and said "I know there's some Vaseline downstairs, but there's no way I could get it without my grandparents seeing me." At that moment, the only thing I could think of was getting that big hard cock of his up my ass. I squirmed a little under his weight and asked "Um, could you let me up for a minute?" The devilish grin of his returned and he said, "No! You are my slave boy, and you must remain in my bed!" I smiled and said, "Seriously Mike, can you let me up for a minute? Trust me, okay?" He smiled warmly and said, "Okay!" and got off of me. I got up and went over to my overnight bag and quickly found the tube of KY that my big brother had stashed there the night before. Before I got up with it though, I looked over at him, as he was watching my every move, and said, "Okay, I got something in my hand, but just don't ask me how it got into my bag, okay?" He looked puzzled and said, "What do ya got?" "Promise you won't ask though, okay?" I said. Mike rolled his eyes and said, "Okay, okay! I promise, I won't ask you about it." I got up and brought my partially-used tube of KY with me and as soon as he saw what it was, he asked, "So, how did that get into your bag?" and then busted out laughing. I laughed too and got up onto the bed, but I stopped short and said, "Oh, we're going to need a rag, or an old towel -- something like that." Mike thought for a moment and smiled as he got up and said, "I know!" and got up and went over to his trash can and fished out a pair of socks with holes in them that he'd just thrown away, and tossed them over to me and asked, "How that?" "Perfect!" I said. He approached the bed and stopped. He blushed slightly and quietly said "Um, I've never done this before, so..." I smiled warmly and replied, "Don't worry." I then changed my tone a bit and said, "Master, would you be so kind as to lie down on your back, please?" Mike giggled and quickly got onto the bed, lying on his back. I got between his long legs, and as I unscrewed the cap on the tube of KY (this was years before the flip-top cap), I lowered my head and got his big cock into my mouth and started sucking him. I skillfully squeezed some out of the tube and onto the fingertips of the first two fingers on my left hand, dropped the tube on the bed and reached under myself and inserted my fingers into my tight little hole, working them in and out until I'd opened myself up just a bit. He noticed how I managed to work the tube with one hand and said, "Something tells me you've done this more than a few times." I kept sucking him for a few more moments, as I managed to work a third finger into my ass, and then I lifted my head and said, "Yeah, you could say that!" and smiled up at him. He chuckled lightly and then I picked up the KY, squeezed out a generous amount and greased-up his cock. He seemed quite nervous about the whole thing and I simply asked, "You nervous?" He grinned slightly and just nodded his head. "Hmm, I don't know why you're nervous - I'm the one that's gotta take this monster dick of yours up my little ass!" He laughed out loud and seemed to relax a little.

I got up over him, straddling his midsection and reached behind me, taking a hold of his cock, holding it upward. I lowered myself down until I aligned the head of his cock with my asshole and pushed downward. At first, I wondered if I'd opened myself up enough before trying to get his cock inside me, but then suddenly, the head and a little more of his cock `popped' inside my ass. I grunted softly, not so much because it hurt, but mostly because of the sudden surprise of it. Mike moaned softly, but heard me grunt and instantly asked, "Oh! Did that hurt ya? You can stop if I'm too big for ya." I instantly thought of all the times I'd taken Dave's bigger, thicker cock up my ass and calmly said, "No, it's cool." I started to slowly lower myself down on his cock, actually pushing with my sphincter as I went down, which helped me take it that much more easily. In a matter of moments, I was sitting all the way down on his cock; in fact, I was wiggling around on it a bit to make sure I had every last inch of his cock inside me. Mike seemed almost shocked that I'd taken it all, even saying "Oh man! You took it all!" Again, and with almost a sense of aloofness, I casually remarked, "Yeah, I know..." I rose up on his cock, almost all the way, and then sunk back down on him and within moments, I was happily riding his cock at a pretty good pace. It wasn't long before Mike's eyes rolled up into his head, just before he closed them and moaned, "Oh man! Oh man, Chad! This feels so fucking fine!" I had to agree with him, and I did, saying, "Yeah, this feels fucking great!" He opened his eyes widely, looking me right in the eyes and asked, "Really? You think it feels good?" "No," I said, "I think it feels great!" And I was being honest. Yeah, Mike had a big dick, even for his age, he was good-sized. But, guys with bigger dicks --Dave just to mention one -- had fucked me and, guys with smaller dicks than Mike's had fucked me. But somehow, Mike's dick just seemed to be that perfect size for my ass. Mike also took note of the fact that my little dick was rock-hard as it bounced up and down with my movements. He reached over with his right hand and actually grabbed my hard little dick and gently squeezed it, and stroked it lightly. He grinned up at me and said, "You're enjoying this, ain't ya?" I smiled widely and moaned, "Uh, fuck yeah!" I rode Mike's cock for a few more minutes, until my thin little legs started to tire out. I sat all the way down on his cock to rest and said, "Whew! Okay, my legs are getting tired. Would you mind doing some of the work now?" He laughed lightly and said "No problem!" and then got a more serious look on his face and before he let me climb up off his cock, he put his hand on my shoulder and said softly, "Listen Chad, if I do anything that hurts you, or makes you feel uncomfortable, you let me know right away, okay?" He paused for a moment, but before I could respond, he said, "Best friends, right?" and he smiled warmly at me. I smiled back at him, and I was suddenly almost overcome with emotion -- so much so that I was actually a little choked up -- and finally said "Best friends! Don't worry, Mike! If you do anything I don't like, you'll be the second one to know." He cocked his head to one side slightly; looking somewhat puzzled and asked, "The second one to know?" I giggled and said, "Well yeah, I'll be the first, right?" He laughed and tousled my hair and said, "Yeah! Now get off me so I can really fuck your ass good!" I grinned at him and said, "Yes, master!" His face light up with that mischievous grin of his and he stifled another giggle -- or at least tried to.

I got up off of him and he got up and then asked me, "Um, how do you wanna do this?" I grinned and said, "Well, you're the one doin' the fucking -- you tell me how you want me." He gave me that mischievous grin of his and said "On your hands and knees, boy!" I smiled at him and said, "Yes master!" and instantly got on all fours in the middle of his bed. Mike knelt behind me and aimed the head of his cock at my ass and pushed the head and a little more inside me. I grunted softly and he stopped right away, asking, "You okay?" "Yeah!" I answered, looking back at him, adding, "Go for it, man!" Mike slowly slid the rest of his cock into my tight little ass and started fucking me slowly. After only a few moments, he asked "Is that okay?" "Yeah, feels great! Keep going!" I said back. But instead of speeding up like I expected, he kept fucking me slowly. Finally, after about a minute, I looked back at him and he stopped right away, thinking something was wrong. Before he had a chance to ask me if I was okay, I said, "Um, you can start fuckin' me whenever you're ready." He gave me a puzzled look and said "I am fuckin' you!" I grinned and said, "Remember how fast and hard I was riding you before?" Mike nodded his head and I said, "Well, the only reason I wasn't riding you any faster or harder than I was is because I don't have that kind of control. Now c'mon and fuck me!" He smiled and said, "Okay! But if I..." I cut him off and said, "Don't worry, I'll let ya know if you go too far." Right away, he started fucking me hard and fast. After only a few moments, I turned back to him and moaned, "Yes master! That's how you should fuck me! Mmm!" He grinned and tightened his grip on my thin hips slightly and kept right on fucking me. After nearly 5 minutes, he slowed down and asked "Um, can we try it a different way now?" I went right into character and said, "I am your sex-slave-boy. Your wish is my command." He grinned devilishly and gave my right butt cheek a playful little slap and said, "Get on your back, boy! And raise your legs way up!" I grinned and said, "Yes, master!" and as soon as he pulled his big cock out of my ass, I flipped over onto my back and pulled my legs way up, fully exposing my ass for him. Within seconds, his cock was buried in my hot little ass again and he was plowing it down into me repeatedly. My own cock was harder than ever. Every so often, his stomach would rub against my cock and I knew that it wouldn't take much to make me cum. Before long, he grabbed my lower legs and propped them up onto his shoulders, and then told me, "Put your hands over your head, boy!" "Yes, master!" I said back, trying to stifle a grin. He pinned my hands to the bed above my head with one hand, balancing himself with his other hand and really started fucking me good and hard. He made sure that with every inward thrust of his cock that I got every last inch of it. My own little dick throbbed between us as he started giving me what would be the best fucking I'd ever gotten -- at least so far.

After several long minutes, he pulled out suddenly and as he pulled his cock from my ass, he said, "Roll over onto your stomach, boy!" "Yes, master!" I replied, flipping over onto my stomach. I barely got turned over when I remembered something about getting fucked this way, but it was too late; Mike was already sliding his cock into my ass. It was okay, but I was really lying too flat and it was difficult for Mike to get the penetration he wanted. After a minute or so, I said "Hold up a second -- but don't pull out." He stopped and asked right away, "Am I hurting you?" "No! Not at all -- I just need to do something to make it better, that's all." I had already rose up a bit, Mike carefully keeping his cock in my ass, and had grabbed a pillow and folded it in half. I rose up a bit more and put the pillow under my lower abdomen and lay back down, reaching back and holding Mike's butt as I lowered myself on top of the pillow. When I was settled again, with my smooth little butt protruding upward because of the pillow under my abdomen, I said, "Okay, do it now!" Mike started fucking me again and after only a few seconds he moaned softly, "Uh yeah, that's much better!" Before long, Mike was laying fully on top of my thin naked little body. He was careful not to smother me, but put more than enough of his weight on top of me to keep me from moving out from under him. Of course, with that big thick cock of his thrusting repeatedly -- and deeply -- into my hot little ass, getting out from under him was the furthest thing from my mind. At one point, several minutes into fucking me in this position, he stopped, his cock about halfway in my ass and managed to snake his hand between my hip and the pillow it was laying on. In a matter of seconds, he found his target -- my throbbing-hard little dick. He gave it a gentle squeeze and, lying back down on top of my back, he whispered into my ear, "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" I turned my head toward his and moaned softly, "Oh yes, master! I'm loving it!" He giggled a little and then said, "Seriously, do you really like doing this?" I smiled at him, his face just in inch or so from mine and said softly, "Yeah, I really do." He grinned and said, "So, am I any good at it?" I nodded my head and replied, "So far, you're the best at it that I've ever had!" Mike grinned and let go of my cock, sliding his hand out from under me. He thrust his cock deep into my ass and held it there, and said, "I'll bet you say that to all the boys!" and then we both laughed. He kept fucking me, pulling outward slowly and then quickly thrusting his cock back into my ass. After a few long moments of that, he rose up and put his hands on my wrists, which were just above my head, and held my wrists firmly to the bed. With his arms straightened out, he started thrusting hard and fast into my ass. I nearly came from getting fucked into the pillow that was under my dick.

Another few minutes and Mike stopped fucking me again, holding his cock deep inside my ass. He lay on top of me again, but this time he put his arm under my smooth thin chest. He put his face right next to the right side of my face and said softly, "We're going to roll over onto our left sides, okay?" I nodded and said softly, "Yes, master!" Mike giggled and then we rolled over onto our left sides, our bodies spooned against each other's, his big thick cock buried deep in my ass the whole time. He reached down and grabbed my right leg and pulled it upward and to my side. Within seconds, he was thrusting his cock into my ass again. I couldn't get over how great it felt with Mike fucking my ass. It was as if his cock was the absolute-perfect size for my ass. He fucked me like that for several minutes and then suddenly pulled out. He said, "I wanna try something different. Um, lay down on your back, but with your butt at the edge of the bed." As he said this, he was pointing to the one side of the bed where he was standing. "Yes, master! As you wish!" I said and quickly oriented myself as instructed, pulling my legs upward and spreading them apart. Mike put his hands in the crooks of my legs, behind my knees and pushed them over me, rolling my little butt upward as he gradually leaned more over me. He started to let go of one of my legs so that he could guide his cock into my ass, but I started to roll the other way and he quickly grabbed my leg and righted me again. I knew exactly what to do and said "Please, master, let me guide that big wonderful cock of yours into my ass!" Mike grinned and said, "Yeah, slave boy, guide my cock into your whore-ass!" Something happened when he said `whore-ass' and my cock throbbed even harder. I reached down and found his big, slick hard-on and easily guided it into my ass. As soon as the head of it was inside me, he slammed the rest of it down into my ass, making me grunt. He froze instantly and a worried look instantly came over his face. I smiled up at him and moaned "Uh yeah! That's what I'm talkin' about! Fuck me, master! Please fuck my ass!" Mike's worried look quickly turned into an almost evil grin and he started repeatedly ramming his cock down into my ass. I grunted every time but it wasn't really from pain, but just the simple impact of his body against mine. I had an excellent view of the clock on his nightstand from that position and more than 7 minutes clicked by as he fucked me like that. By this time, his cock had been in my ass for more than a half hour. I was looking right up at him the whole time he was fucking me and the look of sexual determination on his cute boyish face was the sexiest, hottest thing I'd ever seen.

Mike pulled out very suddenly and without saying a word, he grabbed me and turned me over onto my knees. I hadn't even gotten a chance to rise up into my hands before Mike's cock plunged deep inside my ass again. Mike leaned over my back and put his hand on the back of my head, holding my head and upper chest onto the bed as he plowed my little ass. His big smooth balls, which tended to hang fairly low anyway, were slapping against my smooth flat crotch as his body slapped against the cheeks of my ass. It was quite possibly the hardest I'd even gotten fucked in my young life. After several minutes, the fervent thrusts of Mike's big cock into my little ass slowed significantly and his inward thrusts seemed to become a bit more purposeful. I heard him moan softly, "Oh man! Ohh fuck, Chad!" and at that moment, I felt his cock expand slightly inside my ass, just before it started pumping a load of his hot teen-boy cum into my ass. At that moment, my own little dick erupted in a preteen orgasmic fury of its own. Of course, Mike felt my ass spasming around the pumping shaft of his cock instantly, making him cum even harder inside me as he moaned out in ecstasy.

When he was done cumming, he withdrew his cock from my ass and flopped down on the foot of the bed beside me. I rolled over onto my left side, facing him and both of us moaned out -- at the same time, "Oh man! That was great!" We looked at each other and just giggled. Mike got a bit of a concerned look on his face and asked softly, "Um, you okay?" "Yeah," I said, adding, "that was so fucking decent!" He grinned and then asked me, "So, how's your butt feel right now?" I looked thoughtful for a moment and then looked him in the eyes and said, smiling, "empty!" We both laughed and after relaxing and just talking with each other for a few minutes, we finally got up, went into his bathroom and washed up. Just as we came out, Mike's grandmother opened the door at the foot of the steps and called up, "You boys get to bed now!" Mike called back down, "Okay Gran! We're going to bed right now. Goodnight!" I called down and told her `goodnight' as well and then we went back to his bed, both of us still stark naked. We sat down on the edge of his bed and he looked over at me and said softly, "Um, I normally just sleep in my underwear. You?" "Yeah, me too." I replied. We both looked at the floor, seeing our briefs lying close together, then looked back at each other and just mumbled to each other, "Fuck it!" I got to sleep with the pillow that I'd laid on earlier when Mike was fucking me while I was on my stomach, which didn't bother me any. Mike lay on his back and pulled the covers up to just over his waist. I did the same and then Mike turned out the light. There was still a good bit of ambient light in his room from a nearby streetlight, and after my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I was surprised at how much I could see. I turned on my side, facing Mike and we began talking, making certain to keep our voices low. After talking for a minute or two about nothing significant, there was a long pause and finally he said softly, "I guess I should thank you." He turned his head to look at me and I looked at him and said, "Thank me? For what?" Mike smiled and rolled his eyes and said, "For all we did, you know, before." I smiled back at him and said, "Oh, that! Yeah, I guess I need to thank you then too." Mike's eyes got wide and he raised his voice just a little and said, "Thank me?" I shushed him, and then he said, more softly, "You sucked and licked me all over down there, you even licked my butthole, and then I came in your mouth. After that, I pissed in your mouth, and then I fucked your little ass -- and you want to thank me for that?" I smiled widely at him and just said, "Yep! Thanks!" He giggled and finally turned on his side, facing me and he continued to speak softly, saying, "Ya know, when you were calling me `master' and acting all like my little sex slave or whatever, that really turned me on." I grinned and said "Yeah, that really turned me on too!" He looked a little surprised and confessed, "Well, I have this little fantasy of mine that I have a little sex slave and that I can make him do whatever I want, and do whatever I want with him." My dick went from nearly flaccid to rock hard in the span of that single sentence. I smiled and nodded and said, "Well, I have to admit that I would be so cool if I could be your little sex slave." His eyes got wide again and he asked, "Really? I mean would you really do something like that?" I reached over and took his hand -- well, actually, I took his wrist -- and pulled his hand under the covers and toward my groin. As his hand got to my hard little dick, I asked, "Does this answer your question?" He just giggled and asked, "Wanna see how much this turns me on?" and without waiting for a response from me, he took my wrist and pulled it over to his cock, which was rock hard again. I wrapped my thin little fingers around the thick throbbing shaft of Mike's cock and gently stroked it a few times. He smiled at me when I did that and just said, "See?" I grinned and said, "Well, I'm not sure. I think I need a closer look." I quickly ducked under the covers and before he realized what I was up to, I had most of his cock in my mouth, sucking up and down on it slowly. He let out a long, soft moan and put his hand on the back of my head. After sucking him for about a half minute, he slowly started fucking my face. I couldn't get over how great his cock tasted. Every so often, Mike let out another soft moan as my warm wet young mouth slid up and down on his cock.

After a minute or so, he pushed my head off his cock, raised up the covers, and said, "Hey um, can you like, you know, turn around? I mean, keep your head where it's at, but put your feet up this way?" I realized right away that he was asking me to get into a 69 position with him -- without really knowing how to put it. But I was a bit surprised by it. I asked, "You mean you want me to get into a 69 position with you?" He nodded his head, and even in the dimly lit room, I swear I saw him blush slightly. Of course, the last thing I wanted to do was to embarrass him further, so I simply complied and swung my body around so that my feet were toward the top of the bed -- or more specifically, my knees. Mike had to slide down just a bit and he had to arch his back, because of the difference in our height. I got his cock back into my mouth and while I was sucking him, he had his fingers on my short, but very erect 4" dick, feeling it all over, stroking and rubbing it gently. He even rubbed my smooth taut balls and my crotch. I kept right on sucking him though and would have been happy with him just playing with my dick and balls like he was. Suddenly, I felt his warm breath getting closer to my dick and the next thing I knew, my dick was entirely engulfed in his mouth. I could tell that he had never sucked a guy's dick before. In fact, he told me that he'd never done anything sexual with anyone before he and I had done it. While sucking in a 69 position is hot in the sense that two guys can effectively suck each other at the same time, it's not really the best way to suck. Still, Mike managed to do a very respectable job of sucking me. I pulled his cock from my mouth at one point, while he was still sucking me and started licking all over his cock, and stretched my neck outward a bit and managed to get my tongue on his balls. Mike let out a soft moan with my dick in his mouth. A couple minutes later, Mike shoved one of his hands under my one side and was attempting to turn onto his back and bring me up over him at the same time. This is where the difference in our height became problematic, but we still managed somehow to get each other's cocks in our mouths. We sucked each other, with me on top, for a few minutes. I don't actually recall changing positions, but I distinctly remember winding up on my back, my head toward the foot of the bed, and Mike hovering over me. His warm wet mouth glided up and down on my rigid dick while his long thick cock slid in and out of my mouth under him. My head was tilted back to help allow for the difference in our height, inadvertently opening my throat to allow his cock to easily slide in and out of it. Mike was careful not to hold his cock in my throat for too long. After only a minute or so of sucking each other like this, Mike rose up and simply slid his cock in and out of my mouth, watching as his cock disappeared into my throat and then reappeared when he pulled back. While Mike was pretty good at sucking, I preferred that he didn't suck me. Not that it didn't feel good -- in fact, it felt great. But, there was just something about someone that much bigger (and older) than I, sucking me, that just didn't feel right. I'm not sure how Mike felt about it, mainly because I never asked him. The times that he did suck me, he certainly didn't seem to mind doing so, but he made no secret of the fact that he greatly enjoyed having his cock in my mouth -- not to mention having it up my tight little ass.

Mike fucked my throat for a minute or so, then got up and lay back down on his back. He whispered softly, "Suck me, boy!" I whispered back "Yes, master!" and quickly got between his long muscular young legs. I sucked his cock right away, but ended up doing much more than just sucking him, licking and kissing his entire cock, licking and sucking his big smooth balls, licking and sucking his crotch, and of course, licking his ass. I'm not sure where I got the idea to do it, but at one point while I was licking his ass, with his legs pushed upward to give my tongue full access, I leaned in and lightly kissed his asshole. He looked down at me, his eyes wide in the dimly lit room, and smiled, then whispered, "Yeah boy! Kiss my hole, boy!" "Mmm, yes master!" I whispered back and went about kissing his fully exposed asshole. I didn't stop there, kissing all over the smooth firm cheeks of his butt, licking all up and down the crack of his ass, and kissing and licking his ass some more. After probably ten minutes of exclusively servicing Mike's butt, he lowered his legs and pulled me up to his cock, which I hungrily sucked into my warm wet mouth. Mike gently put his hand on the back of my head and hummed softly as he gently thrust his cock up into my mouth, my head matching his thrusts. Within a matter of a few minutes, he put his other hand on the back of my head as his thrusts became more insistent and then he squirted another load of his hot young teen sperm into my grateful mouth. For several long minutes after he came, I lay between Mike's legs, occasionally stroking his cock gently, slurping up whatever cum I could squeeze from it, and spending the rest of the time giving his cock and balls little butterfly kisses. Mike's cock softened somewhat, but never seemed to go all the way flaccid. He finally pulled me upward and suggested we get some sleep. I yawned in agreement, then leaned down and gently kissed and sucked his right nipple before lying down beside him. At some point soon afterward, I sleepily turned onto my side, my back toward him, and moments later, I felt Mike's still-naked body spooned against mine, his still half-hard cock pressed in between the cheeks of my smooth little butt. Mike snaked his right arm under my neck and his left arm over my left side and held me close to him. I suddenly felt a flood of emotions, feeling safer, warmer, and more comforted than I could ever imagine. I felt Mike's warm breath on the back of my neck and left shoulder, slowly and steadily. I tucked my arms to my body, holding his arms against my chest and fell asleep soon afterward. Some hours later, I awoke as I felt the head of Mike's throbbing erection penetrate my tight little ass. He had apparently awakened with a hard-on in the middle of the night, found the tube of KY jelly that was on his nightstand and greased himself up enough to get his cock into my ass. He slid his cock in and out of my ass a number of times, then simply stopped, his cock buried in my ass. I lay awake for a few minutes, wondering if he was going to resume fucking me, but before long, I fell back to sleep, Mike's cock still buried in my ass.

We awoke the next morning, still on our sides, still spooned into each other's naked bodies. Mike's cock had long since slipped out of my ass, but was still pressed between the slightly greasy cheeks of my smooth little butt. A mild cramp in my lower abdomen told me that I needed to use the bathroom and asked to be excused to use his bathroom. Mike grinned and said "Suck my dick first, boy!" I smiled, but groaned as another mild cramp went through my lower abdomen and said softly "Yes, master!" and quickly got his cock in my mouth. It had a slightly sweet taste to it from the KY jelly he'd applied to it in the middle of the night. He was already hard and I had a feeling he had to take a piss -- at least as badly as I did. I sucked him for about a minute and he finally tapped me on the head and said "Okay, you may be excused now." "Thank you for letting me suck your cock, master!" I said as I got up. Mike got this wicked grin on his face and tried, unsuccessfully, to stifle a giggle. I dashed into the bathroom and took care of business, making sure that I was clean before leaving. I opened the door to the bathroom to leave but Mike was standing right in front of the doorway. He pushed me backward, closed the door behind him and said "On your knees, boy!" I quickly sunk to my knees, looking up at him and he asked "Are you thirsty, boy?" I tried to keep from grinning as I looked up at him and said "Yes master! I'm very thirsty! May I drink your pee, master?" My response was a bit more than Mike was expecting and he giggled at first, then got a mock-stern look on his face and said "Yeah, swallow my piss, boy!" I nodded my head and said "Thank you, master!" and got the very tip of his cock into my mouth and barely managed to take a deep breath before Mike unleashed a torrential flood of his warm piss into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, but ran out of steam just before he stopped pissing, the last of which oozed from the corners of my mouth and ran down my chin, neck and upper chest. I quickly caught my breath and unconsciously rubbed his wet piss into my chest and neck as I got his cock back into my mouth. I sucked him for about a minute before he pushed his head off his cock and said, "That's enough for now, boy! Now, wash up real quick and go back to my bed and wait for me." I looked up at him and said "Yes, master!" and then said "And thank you for letting me drink your piss, master!" I quickly stood up, grabbed a washcloth and quickly washed my chin, neck and chest, dried off, and left him in the bathroom. I went back and sat on the edge of the bed, naked, of course. A few minutes later, Mike returned, his cock still mostly hard. He walked right up to me, put both of his hands on either side of my head and slid his cock fully into my mouth. Holding my head still, he slowly slid his cock in and out of my mouth for a minute or so, then pulled out and, still holding my head with one hand, rubbed his big thick wet cock all over my little face. He looked down at me and asked "You like my cock, boy?" As his cock rubbed across my left cheek and into my (closed) left eye, I looked up at him and said "Yes master! I love your cock!" He grinned down at me and said "Kiss it, boy!" "Yes, master!" I eagerly said back before kissing all over his cock and balls, as he held his cock out for me to kiss. I could feel his cock flexing every time my lips kissed the shaft. After a few long moments, he pulled back a bit, putting his hands on my shoulders and asked, "You like my ass, boy?" "Oh yes, master! I love your ass, too!" I said, smiling up at him. He turned around, looked over his shoulder at me and said "Kiss it, boy!" "Yes, master! Thank you, master!" I said back as I leaned toward him. Mike bent over slightly as I started kissing all over the smooth muscular cheeks of his butt, gradually working my way toward the middle, alternately from each side. I put my hands on the cheeks of his ass, spreading them apart and kissed all up and down the insides of the cheeks and crack of his butt before managing to get my lips onto his sweet puckered ass. It was obvious that he'd washed his ass while he was in the bathroom earlier and after kissing his asshole several times, he looked back at me -- now nearly bent completely over at the waist -- and said "Lick it, boy!" "Yes, master! Thank you, master!" I said as I gently swirled my tongue around the rim of his ass before licking it full-on. I heard him moan softly as my warm wet little tongue lavished his sweet tight hole. After a minute or so, he stood up and said "Get on your hands and knees, on the bed, boy!" "Yes, master!" I said and eagerly got on all fours on his bed. He walked up to me and again slid his cock into my mouth, slowly fucking my face. After a couple minutes, he pulled out and said "Turn around, boy!" "Yes, master!" I said. I heard him giggle quietly as I spun around; making sure that my smooth little butt was as close to the edge of the bed as I could get it. I looked back and saw him smoothing some KY jelly on the shaft of his cock and within seconds, he was sliding it into my ass. I moaned softly as his thick cock penetrated me fully, and at one point, he stopped, leaned over and whispered, "You okay?" I said back, just above a whisper "Oh yes master! Please fuck me! I love having your cock inside my ass!" I felt his cock flex inside me and he chuckled softly, stood back up and just said "Good!" and slid the rest of his cock into my ass.

Mike started fucking me right away, somewhat slowly at first, but he quickly picked up the pace and before long, he was fucking me really good. At one point, he leaned over my back and said softly "Man, I don't know whether I'd rather fuck your ass, or have you suck me!" I looked back at him and said "Please master, do both!" He got a puzzled look on his face and just said "Huh?" I smiled and said "Yes, master! Fuck my ass for a few minutes, then pull out, make me turn around and suck you, then pull out, make me turn around again, then fuck me some more, then..." He stopped me short and said "Okay, I get the idea!" and he fucked me for another half-minute or so, then pulled out and said "Turn around, boy!" "Yes, master!" I quickly spun around on all fours and had my mouth wide-open. He quickly got his cock into my mouth, still slippery from the KY he'd applied to it, and started fucking my face. All of a sudden, Mike stopped and yanked his cock out of my mouth and said "Whoops! Sorry about that!" I quickly reached up with one hand and grabbed his cock and asked, "Sorry about what, master?" Mike giggled and said "Sorry for sticking my dick in your mouth without wiping it off first." He was trying to reach for a towel but I said "No reason to apologize, master! Please, let me suck it!" and managed to get his cock back into my mouth for a moment before he pulled out again, chuckling a bit. He looked down at me, smiling and said "Yeah, but I just pulled it out of your ass!" "Yes, master! But it's my ass, ain't it?" Mike got a somewhat puzzled look on his face, but grinning slightly nonetheless and said "That doesn't bother you?" I grinned up at him and said "No, master! Not at all!" and tried again to get his cock back into my mouth. He got that mischievous grin on his face again and said "And by the way, whose ass is it?" I took his cock from my mouth and said "Oh, I am very sorry, master! It is your ass. You own my ass now, sir! It is yours to do with as you wish, sir! Please forgive me, master!" and then I immediately kissed all over his cock. Mike did his best to stifle a laugh, but still giggled a little before saying "Yes, I own your ass, boy! Now, suck my cock!" "Yes, master!" I answered, adding, "Thank you, master!" and sucked his cock into my mouth again.

After sucking him for a couple minutes, Mike pulled his cock from my mouth and said "Turn around, boy!" "Yes, master!" I said eagerly as I quickly spun back around, offering him my ass again. I grunted softly as he plunged his big thick hard cock into my ass. For the next 20 minutes or so, he alternated between fucking my ass and my mouth, doing me at each end for a couple minutes each before switching off. He finally blasted a big hot load of his young teen cum into my mouth. He came so hard that he nearly lost his balance, but steadied himself with his hands on my shoulders. After he pulled his cock from my mouth, and I swallowed his sweet cum, he sat down on the edge of the bed and said "Man! That was so decent!" I slid off the bed and got onto my knees on the floor between his legs and smiled up at him and said "Yes, master! That was great! Thank you for letting me eat your cum!" Mike giggled and started to reach down to pull me up off the floor, but I gave his big cock a gentle stroke and quickly dabbed the glob of cum from the tip of his cock with my tongue. He stopped short and let out a faint moan, then smiled and said "Okay, you can stop the `master' thing now." I looked up at him and asked "Why, master? Have I not pleased you in some way?" Mike chuckled and then moaned again when I gave his cock a series of quick kisses. "No, you've pleased me in every way!" he finally said. I gave his cock another long gentle stroke and a bit more of his cum oozed from it which I gently slurped up. Mike smiled and finally managed to reach down, grabbed me under the arms and pulled me up and sat me on the bed next to him. He said "Really though, you don't have to keep up the `master' thing, if you don't want to -- much as I'm enjoying it." I smiled up at him and said "But I'm really enjoying it too." He got serious then and asked "Really? I mean, I'd love nothing more than to have you as my little sex-slave-boy -- full-time!" "Cool! I'd love nothing more than to be your little sex-slave-boy -- full-time!" I said, adding, "Well, at least whenever we're alone, ya know..." He gave me a very surprised look and said "Seriously? I mean, you'd really do that? Man that would be like a dream-come-true for me!" "Yeah, I'd really love to be your sex-slave!" I said. He got that wicked grin across his cute boyish face and he asked, "You sure about this?" I quickly sunk to my knees on the floor, between his legs again and got a hold of his cock in one hand, gently cupping his big smooth balls in my other hand and looked up at him, very seriously and said, "Master Mike, I would be most honored to be your personal sex-slave. I shall happily obey your every command and do my best to please you in any way you desire, forever! Please, master! Allow me the honor and privilege of being your devoted slave-boy!" The shocked look on Mike's face was priceless, but I didn't look long because I leaned down and gently licked up the last bit of cum that had oozed from Mike's now half-hard cock, and then kissed his cock and balls ever so gently. He moaned softly and did his best to stifle another grin, again, unsuccessfully, and said, "And you will do whatever I say, boy?" "Yes master! Your wish is my command!" I said back, very sincerely. He flashed a little grin and said "I accept your vow of servitude and hereby promise to take full advantage of your skills, and will never make you do anything `sick'." "Thank you, master! I won't let you down!" I said, and then sucked the head of his cock into my mouth. Just then, we heard the door at the bottom of the stairs open and Mike's grandmother called up, telling us to get ready for breakfast. Mike put one hand on the back of my head, pulling it downward on his cock as he called back "Okay Gran! We'll be down in a few minutes!" I didn't get to suck him for very long -- perhaps a few seconds, when he pushed my head off and said "C'mon, let's wash up!" and stood up, pulling me to my feet. "Yes, master!" I said as I got to my feet. He giggled and said "Whatever you do, don't call me `master' in front of anyone else, especially my folks!" "Yes, master! Don't worry, master!" I said, giggling myself. He chuckled as we went to the bathroom and quickly washed up. We got dressed and went downstairs and had a full breakfast. We watched TV for a little bit, and after the Warner Brothers cartoons were over, we went back up to his bedroom.

As I recall, it was just after 10:00AM when we got up to his room. I was to be home by 1:00 that afternoon, which was no problem since I lived right around the corner. Even as we were going up the stairs to his room, I was calculating in my head that we had a good two and a half hours to have some fun before his grandmother served lunch, promptly at 12:30. Mike's grandmother, believed in having meals on a set schedule, which only varied slightly on the weekends, which usually simply meant breakfast was a little bit later than on weekdays. Anyway, I followed Mike into his room and he immediately sat down in an overstuffed armchair in the one corner of his room. As I walked past, he said "On your knees, boy!" "Yes, master!" I said as I quickly sunk to my knees in front of him. "Lean forward and kiss my dick through my pants. You don't need to respond with `yes, master' every time, okay?" I smiled and just nodded my head, then leaned down and repeatedly kissed the bulge in the front of his pants. He was already getting hard. He told me to stand up and slowly strip my clothes off. This was something I'd never done before -- strip slowly. In the past, whenever I was to remove my clothes for sex, I wasted no time in getting my clothes off. But now, I was being told to strip slowly. I started to unbutton my shirt, which apparently I was doing too quickly and he told me to button it back up and start over. He said "I want to see you do a little striptease act." I tried to keep from giggling, but did so anyway as I buttoned my shirt again. Mike chuckled too, but was trying to look serious at the same time. Mike actually hummed out a little tune that had always been associated with a burlesque-style striptease act, and as far as I know, still is today. I quickly got the idea and started moving around, almost dancing in a lewd sort of way as I unbuttoned my shirt again, this time starting with my left cuff, then I moved my arms about in time with the striptease tune Mike was humming and then got to the right cuff. I got the rest of my body into the tune, and into the act as I very slowly unbuttoned my shirt. When it came time to remove it, I was already moving my hips and gyrating around like a little tramp. I pulled one arm out, letting half my shirt hang loose, danced around a bit more, then removed my other arm, holding my shirt by the cuff and then swung the shirt around over my head a number of times before finally tossing it aside. Mike kept humming the little striptease tune until it repeated itself over and over in my head, and at some point he stopped humming it. I kept hearing the tune in my head, and managed to keep time without either of us making a sound. He was still humming it when I sleazily danced over toward the foot of his bed, propping my butt on the footboard as I removed one sock, twirling it over my head before tossing it aside, and then removed the other sock, twirling it around as well before tossing it. I got up and moved toward him again and unbuttoned my jeans, swung my thin little hips around like a little slut, and then slowly unzipped them, moving my hips from side to side. Several minutes had already passed since I started stripping and all I'd actually taken off was my shirt and socks. I opened the front of my pants, revealing my white briefs, then spun around and swiveled my hips around right in front of him, slowly shaking my little butt for him to see. I slowly started to push my jeans downward, still facing away from him, gradually showing a bit more of my underwear-clad rump. I looked over my shoulder and could see that the bulge in the front of his pants had grown and become even more prominent. He had a lustful look in his eyes that was almost scary, but in a good way. I finally got my jeans down to just the bottom of my buttocks, boldly sticking my little butt way out toward him. I'm sure by then that he had stopped humming the striptease tune, but I kept time with the version playing over and over in my mind. I spun around and lewdly exposed the bulge in the front of my briefs. I had never gotten so hard from simply taking my clothes off. I shook my hips back and forth rather quickly, shaking my jeans off my hips and let them slowly slide down my thin smooth thighs. I managed a few leg-kicks, getting one leg free from my jeans, and then managed to kick my jeans off my other leg and into the air. I caught my jeans by the waist with one hand and swung the legs of my jeans between my legs, grabbing the cuff with my other hand and, in a very lewd manner, dragged my jeans back and forth between my legs. Mike's eyes were wide and so was the grin on his face. After playing with my jeans for a few moments, I tossed them over my head, landing several feet behind me.

By then, I was just in my underwear, but still dancing around like a slutty little striptease artist. I pulled the waistband of my briefs down slightly to expose one hip, then did a little spin and exposed my other hip in the same manner before turning back around and grinding my hips and little butt around as I exposed one butt cheek, covered it back up with my underwear, and then exposed my other butt cheek. It probably took me close to two minutes of dancing and gyrating around to finally get my underwear off, and the whole time, my back was toward him. When I finally got my underwear off, kicking them into the air in front of me, I caught them in mid-air and hung them on my stiff little boner before turning around to face him. The look on Mike's face by then was priceless. It looked as if it was taking every bit of strength he had to keep from jumping up, throwing me onto his bed and fucking the living daylights out of me. Mike snatched my briefs off my stiff dick and tossed them across the room and said "Man! You're really good at that!" I was shocked to hear that! I asked "Really?" "Yeah, you are! How many times have you done that before?" he asked. "Never!" I replied. Mike just smiled and shook his head, then stood up and said "Now, take my clothes off." "Yes, master!" I said quietly. Obviously, I removed his clothes much faster than I'd removed my own, and his cock was already oozing with precum by the time I got his underwear off. "Lick that up!" he said, pointing to the wetness on the tip of his cock. I bent over at the waist and swirled my tongue all over the head of his cock. We went over to his bed and he lay down on his back in the middle of the bed and said, "Lick and suck my nipples boy!" I nodded my head obediently and started hungrily licking and gently sucking his nipples, which were already firm before I started. Before long, he locked his fingers together behind his head. That's when I noticed the faint patches of bright red hairs in his armpits. I couldn't get over how sexy that looked for some reason. As I alternated back and forth between his nipples, I finally got up the nerve, veered off and put my tongue right into his right armpit. He jumped a little at first, not expecting me to do that, and I was hoping he wasn't ticklish there. Luckily, he wasn't and even more fortunate was that he enjoyed having his armpits licked -- every bit as much as I enjoyed licking them. After licking both armpits -- a couple times each -- he said "Lick slowly down to my belly button." I nodded, this time responding quietly "Yes, master!" and licked slowly downward to his belly button, daintily dabbing my tongue into it at first, before licking into it more firmly. I licked downward from there some, but kept licking back up to his belly button. He cleared his throat and said softly "Um, if I told you to lick my pubic hair, would you think that's sick?" I dabbed my tongue into his belly button again as I smiled up at him and then said "Not at all, master! I'd love to lick your pubes! May I, please?" Mike giggled and then tried to wipe the grin off his face and said "Lick my pubes, boy!" "Yes, master! Thank you, master!" I said happily. I licked all through his bright red pubes. It had been just long enough since he'd washed up that morning that a bit of boyish-teen muskiness had started emanating from his pubes, and groin. In other words, he tasted fantastic.

After licking all through his pubes and all around the base of his throbbing-hard cock and balls, he got up and told me to lie down on my back. He got up and went to the foot of the bed, grabbed my ankles and pulled me downward a bit, then got back up on the bed, stood over my head, but facing the foot of the bed, and slowly squatted down over my face until that sweet 13-year-old asshole of his was right on top of my mouth. He repositioned himself slightly, putting his folded legs on either side of me and gently sat back on my face as my tongue hungrily lavished his sweet tight hole. I mostly licked his asshole, but also managed to lick all over both cheeks of his smooth muscular ass, as well as all up and down the crack of his butt. After what had to be at least five minutes, probably longer, he got up, turned around and sat back down over my upper chest and wasted no time in getting his incredibly hard cock into my mouth. After only a few minutes of fucking my face, his dick seemed to lose a bit of its stiffness. He suddenly got up, pulling me to my feet and pulled me into his bathroom. I was already on my knees by the time he half-closed the door. I took a deep breath as I got the tip of his cock into my mouth and another flood of his warm piss gushed into my mouth. I swallowed it all that time and after a couple quick breaths, I sucked him fully into my mouth. He indulged me for a few moments, then pulled me to my feet and led me back to his bed. He quickly lay back down on his back, grabbed the KY and handed it to me, saying "Grease me up, boy!" I smiled widely and said "Yes, master!" and quickly got his big thick cock slick with lubricant. I was just putting the cap back on the tube when Mike said "Sit on my dick, boy!" I nodded my head and eagerly got up over him and lowered myself down, taking his cock up my tight little boy-ass as fast as I could. Within seconds, I was riding his cock fast and hard, literally bouncing up and down on him. After several minutes, my thin little legs began to tire and I slowed down. "C'mon, ride my dick, boy!" he said in a commanding tone. "Sorry, master! My legs are getting tired." I said back. Mike put his hands under my butt and gave me some assistance as he made me ride his cock for several more minutes. By then though, my legs were like rubber and I finally slumped down on top of his broad, smooth chest, his cock still more than halfway up my ass. He immediately threw his arms around me and started humping up into my ass. The next thing I knew, he had managed to roll both of us over, putting me on my back with him on top of me. He rolled me up onto my shoulders, putting my knees on either side of my head -- basically folding my body in half -- and started fucking me wildly, thrusting his big thick cock as deep inside me as it could possibly go with each and every inward thrust. And with each inward thrust, I grunted softly as his thick hard cock plunged deep inside me. After several minutes, Mike yanked his cock from my ass and dragged me over to the edge of the bed, turning me sideways as he stood on the floor beside his bed. Again, he pushed my legs up into my chest, rolling me onto my shoulders and tried to get his cock back into my ass without letting go of either of my legs. After only a couple unsuccessful attempts, he said, "Guide me in, boy!" "Yes, master!" I said softly as I reached up, found his cock and quickly guided it to the threshold of my tight little ass. Once the head of it was aligned, he thrust his entire cock inside me. I let out a faint groan, not because it hurt or anything, but simply because it felt so good. He stopped instantly and asked, "You okay?" "Yes, master! Please, fuck me, sir!" I said back, with a grin. Mike leaned over me, his feet on the floor, his legs spread apart a bit to give him more stability and repeatedly rammed his big cock into my little ass. Several minutes later, he again pulled out very suddenly, reached down and scooped me up, almost with just one arm, and flipped me over onto my knees. He pushed my head and upper chest to the bed with one hand while guiding his cock back into my upward-turned ass and plowed it all inside me. My own dick was so hard it felt like it was about to burst. Within seconds, with Mike still standing beside the bed, he was ramming his big cock into my ass again, fucking me so hard that there was an incessant `slapping' sound as his body repeatedly crashed against my smooth little butt.

At one point, while Mike was fucking me like this, he reached under me and managed to find my hard little dick and gave it a gentle squeeze. I moaned in response and for just a few moments, he slowed down just a bit, leaned over and quietly asked, "You really like getting fucked, don't you?" I turned my head back toward him and softly moaned in response, "Uh fuck yeah!" then grinned and said "Um, I mean, yes, master! I love getting fucked by you!" Mike smiled widely and even giggled a little bit, then just said "Good boy!" and rose back up and started pounding my little ass again. Several minutes later, Mike pulled his cock out of my ass again, reached down and flipped me over onto my back. I pulled my legs up, almost instinctively and he slid his cock into my ass again, and then said, "Put your legs around my waist, boy!" I simply nodded my head and quickly locked my ankles around his waist. Mike was leaned over me, still standing on the floor, and then he told me to lock my fingers behind his neck. I reached up, actually having to sit up slightly, and locked my fingers behind his neck. He buried his big thick cock as deep into my ass as it would go, and then he told me, "Hang on tight!" and stood straight up, pulling me up off the bed, supporting me with both of his strong hands just above my hips. By that point in my life, I'd been fucked a lot, and in a lot of different positions, but never had I been fucked like this. It was a bit awkward, particularly at first, but before too long, he managed to actually fuck my ass, with me hanging off of him, impaled on his cock. A few minutes later, he looked right into my eyes and said "Don't let go!" and then he backed up, moving away from his bed, me still impaled on his big cock, but no longer being held over the safety of his bed. He walked across his room, his cock buried balls-deep inside me the whole way and then managed to turn around in front of his arm chair and carefully sat down, keeping his cock in my ass the entire time, even after I unlocked my legs from behind him and kept him from sitting on them. He didn't need to tell me what to do next; I simply started riding his cock. After only a few minutes, he gave my smooth little butt a little slap and said "Get up and turn around and ride me the other way!" "Yes, master!" I said and hopped off his cock, spun around and, after a bit of wrangling, managed to sit back down on his cock, this time facing away from him. Almost immediately, Mike grabbed the cheeks of my smooth thin little butt and spread them apart -- and held them apart. I suppose he was getting a good view of his cock as it slid in and out of my ass. Several minutes later, just about the time my legs were really beginning to tire-out again, he pushed me off of him and stood up behind me. He bent me over at the waist and bent his knees to lower himself down to the right level and managed to get his cock into my ass again. Obviously, this was an instance when the difference in our height was a serious disadvantage. Even so, with Mike's athleticism, he managed to fuck me standing up for a few minutes. And toward the end of this position, he was flexing his knees a bit as he rammed his cock up into my ass, and for a number of thrusts, he was literally lifting my feet off the floor. Just before he pulled out, he reached around me again, grabbed and squeezed my throbbing-hard little dick and chuckled softly. He pulled out and seemed to be thinking for just a moment or so, then grabbed my arm and pulled me back over to the bed, throwing me onto it and forcibly rolling me onto my side. Mike then pushed me toward the middle of the bed and pushed my left leg (I was lying on my right side) up into my chest. He got up onto the bed, guided his cock into my ass and essentially fucked me sideways. I'd been fucked while lying on my side before, but whoever was fucking me was always lying on his side, the two of us spooned into each other's bodies. This wasn't the case this time. Mike was positioned laterally to my body, his cock sliding in and out of my ass sideways. Basically, I was lying on my side, and he was lying on top of my other side.

Several minutes later, Mike again pulled his cock from my ass and rolled me over onto my stomach. I was so turned on by how easily he was able to move me into whatever position he wanted, and how easy it was, due to his strength and my overall lack of body mass, for him to manipulate me in any way he desired. He grabbed a pillow and pushed it under my abdomen while lifting me upward with just one hand on my hip. Of course, I was helping him, but it was still hot. I was now lying across his bed, my butt propped upward by the folded pillow under my lower abdomen. The next thing I knew, Mike's cock was buried in my ass again, and from the way it felt, he'd paused just long enough to put a bit more KY on his cock. Within a few thrusts of his cock into my ass, Mike had managed to lay himself entirely on top of my naked little body, but without crushing me under his weight. He was using his arms to hold just enough of his weight off of me so as not to be uncomfortable, and at the same time, his arms kept my own arms pinned under my body. I'd always been claustrophobic, and in the position we were in at that moment -- Mike lying wholly on top of me -- I should have been in a full-blown panic mode. On the contrary, I felt safer than I could ever remember. Mike got a bit creative in this position too, swiveling his hips around as he thrust his cock into my ass, sending it inside me at various odd angles. It felt like it should have hurt a bit, but it didn't -- in fact, it only served to make my own dick harder.

We tended to be averaging roughly five minutes in each position we got into, but this one seemed to really suit Mike for some reason and from what I recall, nearly 15 minutes went by before Mike rose up slightly, shifted his legs to the inside of mine and pushed my legs apart. I spread my legs even wider than his knees had pushed them, to which he responded by simply mumbling "Uh yeah!" and then he rose up a bit more, putting his hands on both of my shoulders, pushing me harder into his bed as he started ramming his cock into my ass, fucking me like a wild man. In the process, he was fucking my throbbing little dick into the pillow under me. After another couple minutes, I repositioned my legs ever so slightly, but some way that I moved them put my dick into a slightly different position. A few more thrusts of Mike's big thick cock into my tight well-fucked little ass was all it took before my body tensed up and then erupted in a prepubescent orgasmic fury. My asshole instantly started to spasm wildly around the throbbing shaft of Mike's cock and with the rest of my body trembling under him, he let out a soft, but intense moan and started cumming inside me. Between the two of us cumming at the same time, it seemed that our orgasms seemed to be extending the other's. I remember feeling lightheaded after we were both finally spent. Mike lay down on top of me again, quite heavily, but I was too wiped out to even care. After several long moments, Mike finally rose up and slowly pulled his still mostly-hard cock from my cum-flooded little ass, then rolled over onto his back near the foot of his bed, his big smooth muscular young chest still heaving a bit as he tried to catch his breath. I slowly got up onto my knees; a wide grin permanently affixed to my face and looked down at his big, slippery, cum-slicked cock. I leaned over his thighs, propping myself up with my left arm, gently picked up his cock with my right hand, leaned down and started licking his cock. His eyes remained closed as a soft moan escaped his lips and after several moments of licking his cock, his eyes shot open, his head rose up sharply and he said "Ew! Man! I don't know how you can stand doing that when it just up your butt!" I smiled up at him and said softly "So? It's my butt, ain't it?" He chuckled lightly as I resumed licking his cock and laid his head back down. A few moments later, he rose up again and said "Wait! Whose butt is it?" I smiled as I gave his cock another long leisurely lick and said "Oh master, please forgive me. It is your ass to do with as you wish, whenever you wish!" We both giggled and he allowed me to lick his cock, balls, and greasy pubes for a few more minutes before he finally sat up, gently pushing me off of him.

It suddenly occurred to me that the glass of orange juice I'd had with breakfast had run its course. I stood up and said "I need to use the bathroom." Mike got a concerned look on his face and asked softly, "You okay?" "Yeah," I said, "I just have to take a pee!" He grinned and said "Okay." I turned and went into the bathroom, my still rock-hard boy-dick leading the way. I stood in front of the toilet for a moment and realized that there was no way I was going to be able to pee with a boner -- or at least I would never be able to hit the toilet. I turned and sat down, leaned forward and forced my boner downward. After several long moments, I finally managed to start pissing. I'd barely started when the half-open door swung open and Mike appeared in the doorway. He quickly grabbed the doorknob and started to pull it shut, saying "Oops! Sorry, I thought you said you had to pee!" I felt my face flush and quickly said "No! I mean, yeah, that's what I'm doing! I just couldn't do it standing up, that's all." The door slowly opened again and Mike stood there, smiling at me. He said, "Couldn't pee standing up, eh?" Now I really started to blush and simply shook my head. "And why couldn't you pee standing up?" By then, I was nearly done, though my dick was still quite hard and I said "Um, because my dick's too hard." I'm not sure if it was the embarrassment or the excitement of seeing Mike in all his naked glory, but the next thing I knew, he was standing squarely in front of me, his left hand on the back of my neck, his right hand holding the very base of his big hard cock, lightly slapping my face with it. I finally finished pissing and shook my dick off the best I could. "You want to suck me some more, don't you?" I looked up at Mike and said "Yes master! I really want to suck your cock! May I please suck you?" Mike stifled a giggle and said "Maybe. Lick it first, boy!" I took it into my small hand, holding it around the base where his hand had just been and started licking it all over. At least a minute went by before I realized that I was still sitting on the toilet. I said nothing, but kept right on licking his cock. After another minute or so Mike said, "Okay, now suck me!" I mumbled "thank you Master!" and started sucking his cock. He hadn't washed it since fucking my ass a short time ago. Needless to say, it had a very interesting taste to it -- a scrumptious combination of his sweat, his young teen cum, KY Jelly, and, well, my own ass. Before long, he started sliding most of his big thick young teen cock in and out of my mouth. Again, I realized that I was still sitting on the toilet. I tried to pull off his cock, only to ask him if he wanted to return to his bedroom, but he forced me to keep sucking him. Granted, he didn't need to use much force to get me to suck him, but he simply wouldn't let me stop just yet. After another minute or so, he finally let me pull my mouth off his cock. I looked up and asked "Um, wouldn't you rather do this in your room? I mean, I'm sitting on the toilet here." Mike gave me that devilish grin of his and shook his head, saying "Nope! I want to fuck your face a more while you're sitting there. That way, whenever you sit on a toilet from now on, you'll be reminded of sucking my dick." Without giving me a chance to respond, he shoved his cock back into my mouth and started fucking my face again. After a couple more minutes, he pulled his dick out of my mouth and then turned around and leaned over at the waist and softly said "Lick my butt, boy!" I spread the cheeks of his firm smooth muscular ass and eagerly jammed my tongue into his 13-year-old asshole, making him moan softly. After eating out his ass for about a minute, I pulled back slightly and started licking his crack, and then started licking and kissing all over both cheeks of his ass. After spending a few minutes licking all over his butt, I once again spread the cheeks of his ass and jammed my tongue into his hole. After another minute or more of licking his asshole, he stood up straight, spun back around and shoved his cock back into my mouth. After another minute or so of fucking my face, he pulled out and finally said "Okay, let's go back to my room." I finally got up off the toilet and followed him into his room, staring at that gorgeous young teen butt of his.

Mike sat down on the side of his bed and as I approached, I quickly got to my knees between his legs, reached for his cock and got it into my mouth and started sucking him again. He chuckled, and then moaned softly as he indulged me for about a half minute. He tapped me on the head and said softly "Um, get up and sit next to me. I wanna talk to you for a minute." I pulled my mouth off his cock and sat next to him. Even sitting down, he was much taller than I. I looked up into his green eyes and simply asked "Yeah?" He nervously cleared his throat and asked "Um, you're pretty serious about being my sex slave and all, right man?" "Yes, Master! I truly am!" I answered obediently. He chuckled nervously and said "Okay, um but for now, you can forget the `master' stuff, okay? I need to talk to you straight up, okay?" "Oh, okay! Sure; what is it, man?" I asked. "Well," he began, already sounding less confident than I'd ever heard him, "um, okay we agreed that I wouldn't ask you to do anything `sick' right?" "Yeah," I said softly. "Okay, uh well, um, have you ever, you know, kissed anyone?" My stomach rose toward my throat for some reason, and before I could answer, he added, "I mean, not like your mom or anything like that, I mean like, you know, kissing a girl." As he asked me this, several thoughts raced through my mind, like all the times my oldest brother had kissed me while he was fucking my little ass and how another older neighbor had kissed me a number of times while he was fucking me, and how my other brother's girlfriend had made out with me that past summer -- of course, when my brother wasn't looking and I suddenly mumbled "um, yeah." "Really?" he asked, "Who?" Obviously I didn't want to tell him about the guys who had made out with me, so I blurted out, "Um, my brother's girlfriend; she made out with me a lot this past summer." "Wow, man!" Mike said, "What did your brother think about that?" "Well, he doesn't know, I mean, she did it when he wasn't around. You're not going to tell him, are you?" I answered. He let out a nervous chuckle and said "No way man!" Then there was this seemingly endless pause. I looked up at him again and he seemed to be trying to say something. He finally started to speak, if you could call it that, saying, "Well um, I... that is... uh, I mean, let me know if you think this is... um, `sick' but I... um... uh... I was..." I may have only known Mike for a few months, but we'd gotten to be such good friends -- best friends -- so quickly that I knew he was having a really tough time. I wasn't sure what he was trying to say, but I knew I'd never seen him at such a loss for words. Suddenly, my mouth opened and words came out of it as if I'd been possessed and blurted out, "Are you asking if I'd show you how to make out?" The instant I said that, I felt the entire amount of blood in my body rush to my face. I glanced up at Mike and his face instantly turned as red as the hair on top of his head. I wanted to bite my tongue off and spit it out. The silence was deafening. I was trying to brace myself for the roundhouse punch that was about to sail my body across his bedroom. My dick, which had remained hard well after he'd fucked me before, and all through the episode in the bathroom -- well, it was still rock hard -- proof, I suppose that not quite all the blood in my body had rushed toward my face. Finally after what seemed like forever, though in reality, it was almost instantaneous, Mike mumbled softly "yeah." I heard him clearly, but was inclined to say `huh?' but instead, I muttered "okay" in response. I was expecting him to say `huh?' then, but instead he said "Really? Cool!" I felt the heat starting to leave my face, and took in a nervous breath of air.

I glanced down and noticed that his big young teen cock was still rock hard. Now came the tough part, how to kiss my best friend. I looked up at him and he already had a look of great anticipation on his face. Nervously, I said "Okay, um, there's more to making out than just kissing." Mike interrupted me and asked "Um, you mean like French-kissing? Do you know how to do that too?" "Yeah," I said, "I know how to do that too. But what I was getting at was that it's not just kissing, it's all about how you have your arms and hands. Uh, it's kinda hard to explain." Mike grinned nervously and said "I think I know what you mean. Maybe we should just try it, okay?" I swallowed hard and just nodded my head. I put my arms around him, leaned up toward him, tilting my head to one said. Mike tilted his head the same way, which wouldn't have worked well. I stopped and said "Um, tilt your head the other way." He did, and we continued moving toward each other until our lips touched. I was a bit surprised at how soft his lips were. It was, needless to say, extremely awkward, but oddly pleasant as well. We didn't open our mouths that first time; we just pressed our lips together and held each other for a few moments. We parted and he giggled softly and said "Well, that was kinda cool. How did I do?" "Good!" I said, "I mean, it was kinda awkward, but it was the first time. It'll get easier though." "Yeah," he said, "Let's keep doin' it, man!" We kissed again, this time for a bit longer, still not opening our mouths to each other, but we were both a bit more relaxed this time. We parted our lips again, and without saying anything, he leaned in and kissed me again. He was actually doing a pretty good job, for someone that had never kissed anyone for real before. We kissed each other a couple more times, holding our lips together a bit longer each time, and relaxing a bit more each time. He smiled and said "Okay, can we try the French-kissing part now?" I grinned and nodded my head, then explained, "Okay, this time we're going to open our mouths and let our tongues sorta play with each other." Mike giggled, and then shook the smile from his face. We leaned into each other again, our arms around each other, our hands on each others' backs. Our lips met and instantly parted. Mike's tongue didn't enter my mouth right away, so I pushed my tongue into his mouth and found his. Mike then put his tongue into my mouth and we started licking each others' tongues. Within a few seconds, we were genuinely French-kissing each other. I thought that I'd learned how to do it rather quickly that last summer, but Mike seemed to be a natural at it. The next thing I knew, I was lying on my back with Mike hovering over me, our lips locked together, our tongues playfully wrestling with each others'. My hands were gently caressing all over Mike's muscular naked body. He was no longer learning out to kiss. We were truly making out with each other. I didn't even remember lying down, but I quickly realized that my dick was harder than I remember it ever being. I learned some couple years ago that there tends to be a direct connection between a boy's lips and his dick. Mike was holding me very close to him, firmly, but not too tightly, and lying over my thin chest. All I knew was that I was enjoying making out with him, and he seemed to be better at it than anyone I'd kissed before. I'm not even sure how long we made out without coming up for air that time, but the next thing I knew, I was laying on top of his naked body, my extremely hard little dick pressed into his abdomen, making out with him again, this time with him on the bottom. His hands were all over my thin naked little body. We were making out like we'd been doing it all our lives. We finally stopped and he asked "Well, how am I doing?" "Wow!" was all I could say. "What, man?" he asked. "Wow!" I repeated, then said "You're really good at it!" "I am?" he asked, smiling broadly. "Yeah, man! If I didn't know better, I'd say that you've done this before -- a lot!" I said. "Cool!" he said. I glanced at the clock on his nightstand and guessed that we'd been making out for a good ten minutes. I also determined that we still had a good 45 minutes before we'd have to get cleaned up, get dressed, and go downstairs for lunch. Mike slapped my butt lightly and said "Okay, get up so I can fuck your hot little ass some more!" "Yes, master!" I said back, and then gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

We both giggled and then I got up onto my hands and knees, my butt toward the edge of the bed. Mike got the tube of KY out and started to lube-up his big hard cock. I reached back and said "Here, gimme that so I can grease my butt up a little bit." He slapped my hand lightly and said "It's MY butt, remember? I'll grease it up myself." and with that, he squeezed some KY out onto his finger and rubbed it around my hole, then slowly pushed it in. As often as I'd been fucked -- even at such a young age -- no one had ever greased up my butt. In fact, most of the boys that fucked me had me grease-up their dicks as well. Before long, Mike had all of his long index finger sliding in and out of my ass. He soon added his middle finger, sliding both of them fully in and out of my ass. My dick throbbed under me, it was so hard. He even added his third finger, pushing most of his three fingers into my ass before finally pulling them out, quickly wiping his hand before jamming his big thick cock all the way into my ass in a single, swift thrust. I nearly came at that instant. Mike stood beside the bed, his big hands gripping my thin hips firmly as his big young teen cock incessantly plowed into my ass. I lowered my head and upper chest to the bed and moaned and grunted softly as he fucked my ass better than anyone else I knew could. My mind was still reeling from the thoughts of the two of us making out just moments ago. After several minutes, he suddenly yanked his cock out of my ass, gave my butt a light slap and said softly, "Turn around, boy!" I rose up right away and spun around on the bed on my knees. I really hadn't even gotten into position before his big thick slippery cock was in my mouth, sliding in and out of it, with both of Mike's hands on either side of my head. My lips were instantly greasy with the KY from his cock and not long after he started fucking my face, his cock plunged into the back of my throat and I felt my nose press firmly into his greasy bright red pubic hair. After a minute or so, he pulled his cock from my mouth and slapped me lightly on the head and said "Turn back around now boy!" Once again, I quickly spun around on my knees and within seconds, his cock was buried balls-deep in my ass again. He started fucking me hard right away, our smooth young bodies slapping together with every one of his powerful inward thrusts. At one point, he reached under me, took hold of my throbbing little boy-dick and gave it a firm squeeze, making me groan out. He let up right away, and then grabbed my dick again, squeezed it even harder, this time not letting up. He leaned over my back quickly and, with his cock buried in my ass, he moaned softly, "You really do love getting fucked, don't you boy?" I turned my head to one side and moaned -- no, groaned in response "Uh yes master! I love it when YOU fuck me!" After I said that, he squeezed my dick even harder still and said softly "Good answer, slave boy!" Mike stood back up straight and started ramming that big thick dick of his into my ass again, letting go of my hard little dick. A few minutes later, he again pulled his cock from my ass, slapped my butt lightly and said "Turn around again boy!" I spun around and opened my mouth to accept his cock, but he instead started rubbing the greasy shaft of his cock all over my face. At first, I tried moving my head around in an attempt to get his cock in my mouth, but he slapped my face with his dick and said "Hold your head still, boy! You'll get to suck me soon enough!" I stopped moving my head as Mike continued rubbing his slippery dick all over my face. He finally grabbed a fistful of my long brown hair, pulled my head backward to force me to look up at him and he asked "You wanna suck my dick now, boy?" He wasn't really hurting me but I groaned back "Uhhh, yes master! Please let me suck your dick!" Mike grinned widely and lowered my head and shoved his dick into my mouth and again started to fuck my face. My own dick was again aching from being so hard for so long. Even my little balls seemed to ache as his cock pistoned in and out of my mouth. A couple minutes later, he pulled his dick from my mouth, lightly slapped my face with it, and told me to turn around again. I spun back around on my knees, but instead of ramming his cock up my little ass again as I was expecting, he reached down and grabbed the KY and squeezed some out onto his fingers and started sliding his fingers in and out of my ass again. I looked under my body as he quickly got three fingers into my ass and noticed that along with my torso being horizontal, my little dick was so hard that it was hugging my lower abdomen, with hardly any space between the top of my dick and my body. A minute or so later, Mike pulled his fingers from my butt and abruptly rammed his big dick into my ass again. Seconds later, he reached under me and found my throbbing little dick. His hand was still slippery from lubing up my ass -- apparently he hadn't wiped his fingers off -- and he quickly wrapped his hand around my dick. A few quick, deep thrusts of his cock into my ass later, he suddenly turned his hand the other way on my dick, now with his thumb and forefinger wrapped tightly around the base of my dick instead of the head of it where it had been, and pulled it downward, holding my dick straight out from my body. I groaned and tried to lower the angle of my body, which worked, slightly, for a few moments. Mike seemed to know exactly what he was doing, or trying to do -- making my dick `hurt' just a bit as he fucked me. No, Mike wasn't really trying to hurt me, and I knew that. He also knew that I was doing what I could to keep him from doing just that. Mike took his left hand off my hip, reached up and grabbed my shoulder and forcibly pulled me upward onto my knees, my torso now bent at a good 50 degree upward angle, as opposed to the slightly downward angle that I was trying to achieve. As he continued ramming his cock into my ass, he bent my throbbing little dick downward, exceeding a 90-degree angle from my body. I groaned out and tried to lower myself to the bed again, but Mike's grip on my shoulder was too great and he easily held me upward. He leaned against my back and moaned into my ear as he squeezed my dick firmly, "This is no longer your dick -- it's my handle for when I fuck you in the ass!" With that statement, I give most of the credit to Big Mike for the term "fuck-handle" which I coined in reference to the major use that my dick has gotten over the years.

As uncomfortable as it was -- Mike holding my dick downward from my body as he fucked me -- it was without a doubt one of the most erotic sensations I'd ever had -- up to that point in my young life. Little did I know at that point that Mike had many more erotic adventures in mind for his little sex slave. What he was doing to my dick -- pulling it down and squeezing it firmly at the same time -- was, in a sense, painful. And while I was never into pain of any kind, for some reason, this relatively low level of pain was thrilling to me. Within moments after pulling me upward and holding my dick downward at an angle, he was thrusting his cock upward into my ass so hard that he was bouncing my body upward with every thrust. Several minutes later, Mike once again pulled his cock out of my ass, suddenly let go of my throbbing little dick and gave me a rather sharp slap on butt and said "Turn around again, boy!" I spun around and eagerly opened my mouth. He grabbed a handful of my long brown hair, pulled my head back to look up at him and asked "Did I tell you to open your mouth?" "No sir! I'm sorry, master!" and quickly closed my mouth. He pulled my head back downward and again started to rub his thick greasy cock all over my face. Before long, he pulled my head upward again and asked "You wanna suck me again, slave-boy?" I nodded my head and moaned "Yes master! Please let me suck you!" A second later, his cock was all the way in my mouth again, my nose buried in his greasy pubes. I wondered for a moment what my face must have looked like at that moment, smeared with grease from him rubbing it all over my face. I also knew that my own dick was greasy from his hand, along with at least one of my hips, as well as my hair. It only made my poor little dick that much harder. He only held my mouth down on his cock for a moment, knowing that I couldn't deepthroat him for very long, but soon started fucking my face as he held my head with both hands. While he fucked my face this time, I also realized that he wouldn't be making out with me again anytime soon, especially with my face and lips all greasy, not to mention the fact that he had repeatedly pulled his dick out of my ass and immediately shoved it into my mouth. I also thought about how much stamina Mike seemed to have. I'm not even sure if I knew the word for it back then; I just knew that Mike was a sexual dynamo and I was thankful that it was me he was having sex with! After a few minutes, he once again pulled his cock from my mouth, slapped my face a few times with his throbbing-hard dick, and then told me to turn around again. Moments later, he had resumed the last position he fucked me in, on my knees, holding me upward while holding my dick firmly at a downward angle. I was constantly on the verge of having a thunderous prepubescent orgasm, but Mike was holding my dick just firmly enough, and just the right angle to keep me from `cumming'. Mike fucked me wildly for several more minutes, and then suddenly pulled out again. I started to spin around, but he slapped my ass and said "On your back, whore!" I quickly flipped over onto my back and started to pull my thin short legs upward when he slapped my right thigh and said "Put your legs down until I say otherwise!" I quickly draped my lower legs over the edge of the bed and then Mike climbed up and knelt over my chest. He leaned over my head and fed me his big slippery cock. I quickly got both of my hands on his firm muscular ass as he fucked my face. After a couple minutes, he pulled out again, got up and picked me up and turned me lengthwise on the bed, putting my head up toward the head of the bed. He yanked the pillow out from under my head, threw my little legs upward and shoved the now-folded-in-half pillow under my lower back. Seconds later, my ankles were propped up on his broad shoulders and his cock was buried in my ass. Mike reached down, grabbed my throbbing little dick and yanked it outward from my body, making me groan.

He gave my dick a hard squeeze, making me wince, groan, and writhe around under him as he fucked me. Mike let up on his firm grip for a moment, allowing me to relax a little, only to squeeze it again. Even with all of these sensations coursing through my young body, I could sense that his own cock was getting even harder as he slid it in and out of my ass. A couple minutes of this went by, him fucking me slowly while alternately squeezing and relaxing his grip on my throbbing little dick. I occasionally looked up into his face and could tell that he was getting close to cumming. Part of me wanted him to cum; just because I knew it would feel fantastic -- feeling his big young cock pumping wildly inside my ass. Another part of me hoped that he could keep it up much longer, even though I knew we didn't have too much time left before we'd have to get cleaned up for lunch. Moments later, he suddenly changed the angle at which he held my cock to one that was much better for me and started stroking it firmly, but gently. I could have probably counted the strokes he gave my cock on one hand before I started to `cum'. This time was different though. As my throbbing little dick started to spasm, a very small spurt of clear liquid came out of it and landed right in the middle of my chest. The second pump of my dick produced a small glob of clear liquid that spit out and landed on my stomach. As this was happening, I heard Mike moan softly as his big young teen cock erupted inside my ass. Even after all the orgasms he'd had up to that point, I could still feel his cum shooting into my ass. After what seemed like an eternity, our mutual orgasms finally subsided and he stopped stroking my dick and took his hand off of it. Mike's cock was still buried in my ass when he looked down at my belly and my chest and said "Hey, look!" I raised my head up and looked to where he was pointing to the too small wet spots on my chest and stomach. "What's that?" He laughed and said "Well you should know -- it came outta your dick!" "HUH?!?" I said in shock. I looked closer and asked "That came outta me?" Mike smiled and just nodded his head. I said "Wow! That's never happened before!" I got what was probably the widest, proudest grin on my face up to that point in my life. Okay, it wasn't much, hell, it wasn't even white, but it wasn't pee, and it came out of my dick! Mike giggled. I scooped up the bigger spot in the middle of my chest with my index finger and quickly tasted it. "Well?" Mike asked. "Eh, not bad, if I say so myself." I replied. Mike laughed out loud and just shook his head. He slowly started to pull his still-hard dick out of my ass and then jammed it back in just once before removing it. He rose up and sat back on his heels and pulled me upward. I quickly went down and started licking and sucking all over his big slippery dick. He indulged me for a minute or so, and then pulled me upward and did something that really surprised me -- he kissed me, deeply -- his tongue eagerly exploring the inside of my mouth. We made out for a minute or two, when he pulled back and smiled down at me and said "Um, you okay?" His question puzzled me and I just said "Sure! Why?" He grinned and said "Just wanted to make sure I wasn't being too rough on you that last time, that's all!" "Oh!" I said, "No, that was incredible!" Mike giggled lightly and then leaned down and kissed me again, open-mouthed, and very passionately, but just for a few seconds. Then he pulled back and said "We'd better get cleaned up for lunch. You're a mess!" I giggled and said "Yeah, but it was fun gettin' this way!" We both got up and went into the bathroom and washed up. I actually had to wash my hair in the sink but luckily we had enough time before we had to go downstairs that it dried all the way.

Mike was done washing up well before I was and went back into his room. I was alone in the bathroom for several minutes as I washed the funk from my thin naked body and washed, dried and combed my hair. As the natural high that I'd been in from all the wild sex we'd had started to subside, darker thoughts began to race through my young mind. I began to wonder if Mike would even want me to hang around him anymore. I wondered if he'd feel shame about what we'd done, or if he would simply think bad thoughts of me. Perhaps I was too eager to please him, too willing to do whatever he thought of doing. When I was done in the bathroom, I also realized that I'd gone in there without any underwear and would have to go back to his room completely naked. I thought about wrapping a towel around my waist, but wasn't sure if I should even do that. I swallowed hard and opened the door and left the bathroom, going back to his room. I found Mike sitting at his desk, wearing just his underwear and staring off into space with a pensive, and serious, look on his face. I quickly spotted my briefs and slipped them on. My heart felt heavy. I figured that all the thoughts that had just gone through my mind in the bathroom were true. He finally noticed my presence and cleared his throat and said "Um, can we talk for a minute?" I had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. `Here it comes, he's going to tell me he doesn't want to be friends anymore' I heard my mind say. I tried to act naturally, but I nervously mumbled "Uh sure, what's up?" Rarely at a loss for words, Mike thought for a long moment and tried to gather the words in his head. Finally, he said, almost under his breath, "Uh, I s'pose you probably won't wanna hang around with me anymore, huh?" His question threw me for a loop, and my mind even twisted what he'd asked into what I was expecting to hear and I asked back "Uh, you mean you don't want me to hang around anymore?" He looked puzzled by what I had asked him and said "Um no, I mean, yeah. I mean -- well, I guess I was thinking that maybe I was a little too rough with you, makin' you do all that stuff, and um, I figured you probably wouldn't want to be friends anymore." My brain was still trying to comprehend what he was saying, trying to figure out where he was coming from. For the first time since we became best friends, it seemed as though we weren't on the same wavelength. In reality, we couldn't have been closer in how we really felt about our new-found relationship. I thought for a moment, trying to get a grip on what he meant and said "No! Uh, I mean, well yeah, I still wanna be friends. I thought maybe you changed your mind about this, or maybe you thought I was too eager, or whatever, and you wouldn't want to hang around me anymore." He looked thoughtful for a few moments, his face expressionless. The silence was deafening as I waited for him to say something. He nervously cleared his throat again and softly -- very softly -- asked "So um, you don't think I was too rough on you?" I shook my head and said "No way, man!" I then I said "Um, and you don't think I was like too eager, or whatever?" A very slight grin started on his face and he said "No! I thought it was cool!" I grinned slightly and then he said "So um, that means you still wanna be friends?" "Yeah, man!" I answered, and then asked softly "Um, do you?" He started to grin a little wider and asked "Best friends?" I grinned too and said "Absolutely!" We both smiled widely and looked at each other. There were several moments of awkward silence and then I asked quietly, "So, um, are we gonna do this again though?" At the same exact moment I said that, Mike asked me, "So, uh, would you wanna do this again sometime?" When we both realized what the other said, we burst into laughter. When we stopped laughing, both of us smiling widely again, he said "Man, I was so afraid that I'd been too rough with you, or pushed you too far, and that you wouldn't want to hang around anymore!" I shook my head, still grinning and said "Man, I thought you'd think I was some kind of pervert or something and you'd be ashamed of what we'd done and wouldn't want me to hang around with you anymore!" He laughed and shook his head, and then stuck out his hand and said "Best friends, man?" I took his hand and started to shake it as I said "Best friends, man!" but he suddenly pulled me on top of his lap and kissed me deeply, jamming his tongue into my mouth. As we made out, we started to giggle and finally had to stop kissing. I got up off his lap and he lightly patted me on the butt and said "We'd better get dressed!" and stood up. I looked up at him and said "Yes, master!" We both giggled about that and I started to turn to get my shirt when he grabbed my shoulder, turned me back toward him and pushed me to my knees with his left hand. With his right hand, he pulled the front of his briefs down, exposing his big young dick. It was fully flaccid by then, but I quickly got it into my mouth and sucked it for about a minute, making him fully hard in no time. I was still on my knees when we heard the door at the bottom of the stairs open and his grandmother called up "Lunch in 5 minutes, boys!" Mike called back down and said "Okay, Gran! We'll be down in a minute!" I started to pull off his cock when he grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock back into my mouth and said "I didn't tell you to stop, boy!" With a mouthful of his cock, I mumbled "Yes master!" which of course, didn't sound much like that, but it sounded enough like it to make Mike laugh. I sucked him for maybe another half minute before he let me off his cock and said "We better get dressed!" We quickly got dressed and I quickly put all my stuff back into my overnight bag, but purposely left it up in his room. We went downstairs for lunch and while we were sitting at the table, Mike's grandmother asked us how our Social Studies project was going. It was at that moment that I suddenly realized why I'd originally stayed overnight at Mike's in the first place, and also realized that I had no idea how far along we got with it. Mike, always the tall cool one, calmly said "We finished up this morning!" I looked up at Mike and he just nodded his head. He told me later that we had actually finished it up the evening before. I thought about it for a moment and then finally remembered that we had indeed finished it.

When we were done eating lunch, I said "Well, I'd better get home!" I thanked Mike's grandparents for everything and then said "Oh! I left my bag upstairs!" Mike and I went upstairs and we barely got into his bedroom before he grabbed me, turned me around, and pushed me to my knees. I looked up at him and softly asked "Master, could I please suck you once more before I go?" Mike giggled, but tried not to and said "Okay, but only for a minute, boy!" I quickly undid his pants and pulled the front of them and his underwear down just enough to expose that big beautiful young teen cock of his and swallowed it. He was fully hard almost instantly and let me suck him for a couple minutes before he pushed me off his cock and put his cock back away. I got up and picked up my bag and started to walk toward the steps when he said "Wait a minute!" He had a strange look on his face, like he was thinking of something awful. I asked "What's wrong?" He shook his head and just held up his index finger for a long moment. Finally, through gritted teeth he mumbled "Trying to get my dick to go back down!" I laughed out loud, which made him laugh and within a few moments, he looked down at himself and said "Good enough! Let's go!" As we were walking downstairs he looked up over his shoulder and asked "So um, you think you might wanna spend the night again sometime?" I said "Sure! I mean, I know I won't be allowed back over again tonight, but maybe next weekend?" Mike smiled widely and just said "Yeah! That'd be great, man!" I got my coat on and left and went home. I was an absolute whirlwind of getting chores done that afternoon, even helping my mom with some things that I normally didn't help with. My mom asked what had gotten into me all of a sudden and I thought fast and said "Well, I just saw how much Mike helps around his house and figured I should be more like him!" Of course, I just made that up, but my mom's response was music to my ears: "Well then, maybe I should let you spend the night at Mike's house more often!" "Yeah, that'd be cool! Thanks Mom!"

Of course, the adventures of Mike and me were just beginning...

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