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
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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?