Date: Wed, 21 Oct 2020 02:06:39 -0500 From: Samuel Austin Subject: Mike and Tom 1 (gay, young friends) DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction, and contains explicit, sexual content involving adults over the age of 21 and minors under the age of 13, and scenes of incest involving step-parents/step-children. If viewing this material is illegal where you live, OR you're a minor under the age of 18, please stop reading his. If you're not sure about this legatilty, please stop reading until you have looked into your own, local laws. Any likeness or similarity between persons, places, products or concepts are purely coincidental. Chapter 1 "Mike, where the heck are you?" The jean shorts were slowly getting wet from the Swamp water, Tom's combat boots where slowly filling with water as he felt the suck of the mud as he made one stomp after another in to the swampy marsh's. "I swear to god I'm gonna punch you." The eleven year old Tom was one size too short for his age, but he could feel the moisture of the New Orleans heat on the Marvel shirt. There was something that brushed by his leg as he jumped running for an Embankment with a huge weeping willow. Tom leapt on to the grassy embankment looking up as he saw a familiar face starring down at him. `BOO!' Tom yelled as he sat up seeing mike siting under the huge willow tree in the grass. "You know there aren't any gators in theses parts?" The Ceroe twang rang threw in mikes voice as he sat back against his huge nap sack. "You dick, you didn't tell me where you were!" Tom rolled his eyes at him. Mike laughed as he scratched his left nipple, it was big and dark brown flesh colored, mike had a well developed chest for a 11 year old, working with his dad, helping sweep up the construction sight and helping to move huge wood pillars as well as bricks and cinder blocks. Tom took a moment to admire the developing guns but still a pudgy belly. Compared to Tom,Mike was more of a man the Tom was, or in his opinion every would be. "You gonna sit there gasping or you gonna come over here away from the snakes?" Tom jumped up brushing off the dirt. Tom wasn't as tall as Mike, he was about 4'6, Tom's blond hair as shaggy and uncombed along with his marvel t shirt sticking tight to his chest and belly, his jean shorts slightly damp from the shallow water and his dad's old army combat boots, covered in mud. "You need to get the boots off and let your feet dry, you might get foot rot?" Rolling his eyes as he kicked the watery muddy boots off at mike who dodged them with laugh. Tom shucked off his shirt as he plopped down with mike, both boys leaning against the nap sack with pots and pans, along with other out door tools. Tom felt his bicep against mikes, the darker almost Spanish like skin against his pale white seemed so attractive. That plus Tom could feel the biceps to come, pretty soon it'll be sun out guns out for mike. "I got the comic in my bag, ready to see what happens with the shadow king?" Tom looked in to his beautiful brown eyes, ever since they where little, Mike had always been a little charmer. His eyes could charm adults at a glance, and tell belly rolling jokes just from a wink. Mike Reached in to the nap sac and pulled out the huge Jan sport back pack with all there collection inside of it. Tom rubbed his hands together as he pulled his knees up towards his chest, he felt him his side melt in to mikes in the wet summer heat, it reminded tom about the storm that hit at his grandparents house, the thunder and the lighting had been enough to make him leap in the big king size bed. But it was Mike who took him in his arms and pulled him close, in the dark he could see the boys Spanish eyes. Tom could feel his heart pounding being so close to another boy, let alone this close to mike again. The silence was heavy as the thunder rumbled in the distances, then there was a powerful lighting strike, where Tom could see Mike's face with a sweet smile. "Ooh the big bad storms, it'll destroy us all!" Mikes laughter had started both boys in to fits of giggles as they held on to each other. Mike handed Tom the latest x men comic dealing with the shadow king saga, Tom wa holding it with utter reverence, the boys moved in close under the shady willow tree reading. Mike ended up talking about his brothers and his father, about how his sister was happy to get out of a house of men, she had married Joey and they moved in to town, where she could be a kindergarten teacher and Joey could finish his police force training. It was Mike, his dad Martin and Mike's three brothers, Chris, Andy and Donny. Chris was the oldest of all the boys, he was 20 and Andy had just turned 19, Martin called them the Irish twins, which I never got. Angle was Mike sister and she was 22 and oldest of them all, after Mikes mom died giving birth to him, Angle took over taking care of every one, even Martian. Tom's mom Debbie came over to visit with Martian and the boys, every time she did she brought Tom and cooked for Martian and the boys. Tom's mom always said "I felt sorry for Angle and I know Martian..and I knew Evelyn, so I know how much Angle had to do..and go to school." Mike smiled, "Yeah so now we all pitch in with the cooking and the cleaning, my daddy makes a Gumbo like you wouldn't believe!" Mike said as he put the comic in it's secure plastic bag. "Wait..isn't that the only thing he can cook?" Mike started laughing as he had his back to Tom. "So..its got every thing in it, so It's got to be healthy?" Mike giggled as to watch the outline of love handles shake as Mike laughed, Mikes army pants hung tight to his waist but his big butt always made it's self obvious. When Mike was little, his mom use to make jokes about how a diaper wasn't made for that much booty, the adults would laugh and Mike would pretend to complain. I didn't complain, when ever Mike stayed the night and slept in bed with me, that big but always felt cushy against my crotch or when I turned on my side, it was like an extra pillow against my own plump ass. Between the two of us Mike's ass would be a pillow, mine would be a plump decorative smaller version. "OK, it's to Hot now, come on let's go swim?" Tom leapt up on to his feet stretching. "Same rules applies, I get snake bite your sucking it out." Mike nodded, both of the boys had been use to swimming in the swamp and creeks, both knew the dangers. Mike kicked off the discount combat boots he had worn all day, sliding off the hot but protective hunting socks. Tom simply dropped his jean shorts as he stood there naked, his limp two inch penis was snug against his high small ball sack. The green interplay of shadow and light and green tinted sun light threw the weeping willow, it gave Tom an other worldly vibe of how he must look. He could see the green tints on his crotch and with a hot breeze, the roped hanging vine leafs moved, to give a nearly startling view of startling white color of his balls and tiny limp cock. "You wear so much, I cant believe you don't sweat more?" Mike shucked down his olive green and black second hand army pants, there was a pair of long johns that where old and gray with use and wash, the elastic barely hung on to mikes hips as he shucked them off. Mikes tanned colored skin was a soft dark tan, his ass and bellow his hips where almost as stark white as Tom's whole body, his ass was like two off white pillows plump and some what jiggly. He managed to yank off the long johns as he tossed them tot he side. His balls where about the size of two walnuts, larger then Tom's and his semi hard cock was nearly four inches and growing. "Some one's excited." Mike shrugged as he folded every thing up and shaking off dirty, his pudgy belly didn't shake any more, Tom thought he could see some definition forming, just like with Mikes arms. "What can I say I like being naked." With every thing packed in to the bag Mike shot out of the shroud of the weeping willow and splashed in to the warm dark green water, the gleam of the summer sun giving a beautiful clear view of the branches and weeds and grass under him. Laying on his back as his hard five inch cock stuck up like a sun dial, Mike dipped his head in to the water and the came up with his raven black hair sticking to his scalp. Tom ran in splashed as he jumped on the boys belly dunking him under water, with a laugh they both wrestled and tumbled in the water, like two crocks in a death roll. Both came up laughing as they splashed at each other, Mike with his huge body jumped on to Tom dunking him hard down in to the water, Tom poping back up laughing and spiting water at Mike. Soon both boys simply swam around one another, Mike garbing on to top as tom laid back his hard three inch uncut cock standing up as he floated in the water, he felt Mikes knees against his apple bottom as both boys started to float. "So you ready for sixth grade?" Tom sighed, the idea of going to middle school meant nothing to him. It was a new adventure for him, lockers and going from class to calls, having a Home room even. "It aint something but something to do." Mike laughed as moved, his huge arms laying on Tom's belly as he rubbed Tom's belly button and soft belly. "I'm not, I don't think I want to go, it looks complicated." Tom sat up floating and moving his arms side to side to stay floating, "It's no big deal, besides we are both going to Grant Middle School right, I'll be around to help you." Mike nodded and laid back floating as tom laid his head and arms on Mikes belly. He could see the small dusting of brown hair just under Mikes belly button. There wasn't even a dusting on his pubic mound or his balls, Tom could feel the baby six pack under the baby fat of the tanned Ceroel boys baby fat. "Pretty soon your gonna start dating and doing foot ball like Chris and you won't want to hang out, you won't want to play DnD with me or the others." Tom lovingly stroked the boys belly starring at the hard five inch thick hard boy cock. "Don't say that, you don't know how I'm gonna be, what if your the one that doesn't want to hang around me? I'm dumb as a brick and twice as thick." Mike reached down and used his thumb to smack his thick five inch cock, laughing he laid back as Tom lovingly rubbed his belly, his head leaning on part of his chest, tom's left eye as obscured by water as he rubbed his best friends belly. "I'm always gonna be there for you, me and mama will always be there for you." Tom could feel Mike belly kind of knot up or do a flop as he sat up letting Tom fall in to the water. Tom came up with a smile but Mikes face looked worried and sad. "I love your mom a lot, I'm glad she helps us out and stuff." Tom laughed and nodded as he swam towards the embankment. "Well Mom say's she misses cooking for a group of men, ever since pop died when I was little." Tom had lived all his life fatherless, his father had died in service to the coast guard, during a Hurricane he had tried to rescue some people stuck in a car, a wave of water had swept over them, his father had gotten caught up in the rope and was hung in seconds. "Come on, it's to hot, I'm ready to get home and get some Air. "Ahh come on Tom, we just stared." If Mike could live with out clothes on, he would. When ever it got to the moment to go swimming in the swamp, he never wanted it to end. Tom suspected there may be more to it, but what he didn't know for sure. "Fine you stay, I'm heading home, I'll see you tomorrow." Tom garbed his jean shorts and slid them on and put the marvel comics shirt over his shoulder. He slide his feet in to the warm almost hot but not dry combat boots. Tom Marched in to the water as Mike laughed gliding next to him. "You Gonna follow me the whole way home?" Mike laughed and spit water in to Tom's face. "Stop it Mike, I'm serious, you cant follow me, what if some one see's you?" Mike turned on to his back kicking, his hard cock now limp as he kicked and moved his feet. "It doesn't bug me, it's the way I was born." Rolling his eyes Tom glared down at Mike. "You here raised better then that and you know it." "Stop being such a prude Tom I." there was the sudden sound of voices as Mike leapt up standing naked, Tom garbed him and pulled both of them in to a bush. He put a had around mike as he could feel Mikes pillow ass pushed in to his crotch as they both crouched. The smell of cigarettes smoke was thick as a small boat with four older teens in it where sailing by. "Doesn't you creepy brother come out this way to hang out with that faggot?" I could Hear Donny laugh as they strode by. "Hey now, you shouldn't be so judgmental." Donny laughed at the comment, "Yeah, who knows he might be good at sucking cock, mouth knows no gender." The laughing was loud, I sat there quiet as I listen to them talk and watched them ride off towards a small open beach island where the ocean meets. I let mike go and shoved him away as I tried to run and storm off. "Tom wait!" I tripped and landed face first in to the water and muck. Mike offered me his hand as I smacked it away, I couldn't hold back the cries as I pulled my self up. "Tom, don't listen to him, he's an idiot and so are his friend." I glared at him, starring at his naked wet body. "Your over here naked and I'm the faggot!" Mike sighed as he ducked down covering his lower half. "You're strange and I'm gay, that's great, I know how he feels now, so he can go fucking die." Tom stormed off up the wooded incline and in to the land as he headed in to the woods. Tom kicked off his boots outside by the back door as the late after noon sun hung low in the sky. The House had been in his family for years, it was old antebellum style home. Tom's naked feet smacked against the tiles off the refurbished modem kitchen, the air was not just cool but chilled, his mother had told him years ago "I won't lived in a world where I can't be hot when I want or cold when I want, damn the expense." This is probably why shes busy at the hospital on her second over time shift. Nurses in this Parish where rarer especially good ones, but at 11 Tom knew how to lock the doors, call the cops and heat up dinner. "Honey I'm home?" Tom garbed a coke from the fridge an walked in to the ole coal room, it had been converted in to a huge laundry room, Tom striped naked shivering as he threw his shirt and jeans in the dirty laundry. "Mom you home?" He stopped listening and still no word, smiling he strolled naked in to the huge dinning room, that was just for show, he moved in front door double checking it's lock as he headed up the stairs, at the first landing was a small sitting room with a comfy hair and a telephone, mom said it had been a "Telephone room." Laughing at the idea of having an alcove for just using the phone, especially since the pone was cordless now, was humors, you could stare out the window and see any one coming up the drive way. Tom headed to the right towards the east wing. There where three huge bed room down the hall way, if he had gone to the left he was on the west wing with three more huge bed rooms, but follow the railing all the way around, you get to the huge french doors that open to the master bed room, which doors where always kept open. Tom's door had a huge generic x men poster on the front of it, he turned the handle as the door swung open. The door shut with a shove behind him, Tom pushed the button lock and plopped down on his bed. The Huge fan over head was pushing the arctic like air around, the feeling was amazing on his naked skin. Tom reached down rubbing the small balls under his limp three inch cock, he could feel his limp dick starting to harden and the sensitive hood starting to slowly push back as he hardened. Tom started to shiver and let out soft boyish whines as he reached his left hand down rubbing his cock slit, his Jap eye. He could feel his cock reaching its full four inch length, taking hold of it he slowly pulled the sensitive skin down and up. He pulled and rolled the immature balls around in there small sack as he started to pump his hips up in to his hand, as if his hands speed wasn't enough, his eyes close fluttering as the images began to play. He could see Martian's chest with those same big dark nipples, the smooth chest with a long hint of a hairy trail from his belly button, the way the beer bottle dangled from his fingers as he laughed watching them swim. His hand started to move faster up and down his shaft as he squeezed his balls, the image of Chris and Andy doing bicep curls, a slight sheen of sweat and the smell of Marbel lights sweeping over Toms noes, not over powering or even strong just a hint, the image of Donny garbing him and tossing him around in to the water and his hard chest against his back, and the feeling his his crotch against Tom's ass. Tom began to moan louder followed by impatient little boy whines as he jerked his cock faster turning his face to the right nuzzling the pillow. He pretending the pillow was Mikes ass, he could see him self biting the pillow mounds and squeezing them, rubbing his cock between Mikes ass crack. "Ahh ooh...fuuuck." He said in s small voice as he felt his body start to shake and spasm, he felt like he touched a live wire and was shocked near to death. He lay there panting as his small hard nail spammed and started to go down. Tom frowned as he rubbed his face, he didn't understand how they knew he was...a faggot, how he knew he was gay. He spent his time trying to join in to whatever Mike's brother's did and even join in when he didn't want to. He put the pillow over his face crying softly for a moment, the he turned on his side cuddling the pillow close. In the distance he could hear the sound of thunder and the only thing Tom could think of...was how nice it would be to be small again and not have to worry about all this. The End?