Date: Thu, 27 Feb 2020 21:53:45 +0000
From: Fastbobby <fastbobby@protonmail.com>
Subject: Mike and Tom's Big Adventure - Gay/Young-Friends

This story is a work of fiction. It may include sex acts between underage
boys and girls, minor incest and a consensual sex act between a minor and
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Mike And Tom's Big Adventure

"Look what I got", the tall fifteen-year old, red-headed youth looked up
and down the alley before reaching under his shirt and pulling out a
tattered magazine. On the stained and wrinkled cover a muscular young man
posed in skimpy shorts.

His companion, a slim dark haired boy of the same age looked at the cover
quizzically. He didn't see what necessitated the stealthy action. "So?", he
asked, waiting for an explanation.

The red head smirked and flipped open the magazine. Inside a full size
picture showed the same young man posing for the camera. This time the
skimpy shorts were missing and jutting from his groin was a large
erection. His friends eyes widened in amazement. "Where did you get that?",
he asked, looking quickly up and down the alley to make sure no one was
watching.

"I found it under the bed at my uncle Ted's", he answered, slipping the
magazine back up under his shirt. "Come on. Let's go out to the barn." The
barn was a favourite haunt. The large, deserted structure on the edge of
town was a good place to catch pigeons and play at any sort of game.

"What would your uncle have that for Mike?", the dark haired boy asked as
they trotted down the alley.

Mike glanced at him before answering. "Uncle Ted's gay", he said. "At least
that's what I heard John Elder tell his brother. They didn't know I was
listening or didn't care, I guess."

Tom Winiuk thought about this for a moment. He only had the vaguest idea
what gay meant. Although Tom was the same age as his friend, Mike Tattern,
he was not nearly as worldly. Tom thought this was because he didn't have a
couple of tough older brothers like Mike did.

"Won't your uncle miss it?", Tom kept seeing the naked figure from the
magazine in his mind's eye.

"Naw, he had a stack of them. Besides, he can't really say anything without
admitting he had them, and he won't do that."

As they talked, they approached the barn which stood on a small rise. It
was a large structure encased in unpainted and weather-worn wood. Many of
the shingles were missing from the roof but in wet weather they found it
still afforded good shelter in most areas. A short distance from the barn
were the remnants of a stone foundation. The house that the cracked and
fallen stones had once supported had long since been consumed by fire.

Inside the barn the two boys paused and looked about. The hot Summer air
hung heavy in the interior. Outside, in the distance a meadow lark
trilled. Above them high in the rafters of the loft the soft billing of
pigeons could be heard.

The barn had not housed animals in years and there was no longer any trace
of their existence. Mike paused only a second to look around before
scrambling up the ladder and shooting through a hole into the loft. The
loft was a large open area that had originally been used to store hay for
the animals below. In recent years someone had stored hay in the barn and
about fifty or so bales of this lay stacked in the corner under the best
part of the roof. The hay was now discoloured by age but the boys had
stacked them to build forts and little hidden caves. The large door at the
end of the loft was all but gone. One side lay on the ground outside. The
other hung at an angle from one rusty hinge. The mid-morning sun shone
brightly through the opening throwing a crooked rectangle on the floor.

"Here", Mike said, pulling the magazine from inside his shirt and throwing
himself down on the worn planks near the opening. Tom plopped down on the
floor beside him. "Look at this", Mike said, opening the magazine at a
different page. The open pages revealed two full photos. In one a young
man, this one blonde and muscular stood holding his erect penis clutched in
his hand. "Look at the size of that bugger!"

It was obvious that Mike had already been through the magazine thoroughly
and his amazement was now partly worn but Tom had never seen an erect organ
except his own, and he was thoroughly impressed by the explicit photo. On
the facing page the same young man lay on his back with his enormous tool
poking high into the air while he gazed solemnly at the camera.

Tom said nothing while Mike slowly turned the pages and exclaimed over each
new-found wonder. When Mike turned a page near the back of the book, Tom
gasped out loud. The two young men from all the previous photos where in
two photos together. In the first the muscular blond stood looking down. On
his knees in front of him his companions clutched his penis, his mouth
encircling the head of the thick organ. In the second photo the muscular
man leaned over the arms of a chair. Behind him the other held his long
shaft in one hand. Half of his organ was concealed in the blond's rectum.

Neither boy said anything for a long time as they looked at the
pictures. Each was lost in his own thoughts.

When Mike turned the last page in the book, it revealed a picture of the
muscular man posing in tights like his friend on the cover. His large
organ, obviously erect under the thin material bulged at his groin.

"I can do that." Mike exclaimed at last. In an instant he was on his feet
and pulling off his shirt. His thin, pale chest looked rather pathetic to
Tom who giggled at his friends efforts to bulge his muscles.

"More", Tom cried, laughing. In an instant Mike scrambled about on first
one leg then the other as he tried to pull his runners through the legs of
his jeans. When at last he threw the pants on the floor beside his shirt he
was clad in only his baggy shorts and his shoes. His skinny, fifteen year
old legs where all knobby knees and skinned shins. Tom laughed loudly as
Mike made lecherous glances beneath lowered lids in imitation of the young
men in the magazine.

"Like this", Tom cried, jumping to his feet and throwing off his
shirt. Within moments each of the young boys was prancing about in his
underwear making exaggerated expressions and bulging imaginary
muscles. Despite the obvious humour in their behaviour each was aware of a
subtle excitement and the fact that they each had their own erect flesh
bouncing about inside their underwear.

It was, as expected, Mike who made the next move. With an act of bravado he
pulled down his shorts and thrust his hips forward. His small, hard organ
jutted out from his groin as he pranced about in the sunlight. Not to be
outdone Tom followed suit. In seconds the boys had discarded the last of
their garments. The photos of the young men had disinclined them to be
embarrassed by their own aroused states and each tried to outdo the other
in their imitation of the pictures.

When Mike suddenly threw himself on his knees in front of Tom, the latter
felt his heart stop. For a moment he thought his friend was going to grab
him in imitation of the duo in the picture. Instead, Mike pantomimed the
action. Tom broke into laughter again but felt strangely disappointed.

It was Mike who broke the ice. He grabbed Tom from behind and thrust
himself against his friend's back in a parody of the one picture. Tom felt
the small hard penis jab into his buttocks. He was startled and
excited. "No", he cried, in an effort to hide his confusion. "Like this."
He pranced behind Mike and in turn grabbed him about the waist while he
thrust himself at the taller boy. Mike took the game a step further when he
bent over. Tom thrust a number of times his hard organ rubbing against his
friends soft flesh sent pleasure pulsing through him.

"My turn", Mike cried suddenly standing and spinning around. This time Tom
leaned over while Mike stood behind him thrusting repeatedly between his
cheeks. Tom could feel his friends hard flesh push against him. Neither boy
was laughing now. Both were excited and knew the other felt the same way.

"Your turn", Mike said at last. His voice was strangely tight. He turned
and bent over his legs spread widely. Tom again clutched him about the
waist and again began to thrust against him.

"Wait", Mike cried suddenly, standing up. Tom watched in startled
frustration as Mike scooped up his shirt from the floor. For a second Tom
though Mike was going to start getting dressed but the taller boy ran over
to the stack of bales in the corner. He threw the shirt over one of the
rough bales and leaned over it. "Now try it", Mike said, reaching back and
spreading his cheeks with his hand.

Tom could see the small button of his friends anus as he approached. It was
obvious that Mike expected him to make an assault on the spot. Excited but
unsure he stood behind his friend.

"Go ahead", Mike said, his voice shaky. Again Tom placed his hands on his
friends hips and pulled himself toward him. Again he began thrusting
against the warm, dry flesh. Mike groaned softly as he pushed and rubbed on
him. "My turn", he mumbled at last.

Reluctantly, Tom pulled back and let Mike raise himself. He looked at his
friends hard, red-headed organ as he took his turn leaning over the
bales. When Mike took his position behind him he seemed more intense and
aggressive. He pushed his hard flesh deliberately at the small target he
had sight of. Tom found the contact pleasurable and exciting. Soon he was
pushing back each time Mike thrust forward.

"Wait", Mike cried, pulling back. When he returned a moment later, the
sensation was different. Tom felt a wetness between his cheeks. Now his
friends thrusts were sliding smoothly up and down. Again Mike began to push
against the small target and this time something began to move. With each
short, sharp thrust Tom could feel his friend slide further and further
into him. At first, he was frightened but the entry was painless.

With a final thrust Mike seated himself fully. For a second the scene froze
as each boy experienced the sensation. Then, Mike made several slow,
deliberate thrusts. Suddenly, clutching his friend tightly he thrust a
number of times in rapid succession and began to grunt and moan. Tom was
surprised by the strength of Mike's grasp on his hips as he thrust against
him. He knew the red head was coming inside him and it excited him. His own
erect organ was thrust against the bale by his friend's movements and Tom
felt that he too could come with a few deliberate thrusts of his own.

Gradually the tension went from Mike's body and his grip eased. Tom felt
him draw back slowly and free himself. When he turned around his friend had
a chagrined look on his face, as though he was now ashamed of the passion
that he had just spent. His wet penis was now shrinking noticeably. Tom was
beginning to feel embarrassed by his own hard, jutting flesh when Mike
smiled. "Your turn", he said, throwing himself over the bale and spreading
his cheeks. Tom hesitated only a second before pushing forward.

"Spit on it, that's what I did", Mike said as Tom began to thrust dryly at
him. Tom again hesitated for only a second before spitting on his hand and
rubbing it over himself. When he pushed forward he was thrilled by the
slick sensation created as his flesh slid over his friend. Like Mike, he
began to push against the target offered by Tom's spread cheeks. With the
aid of the spit he began to make entry and several gentle pushes found him
fully engulfed. Mike groaned softly. Tom looked down enthralled by the
sight of his body pushed hard against Mike's, his penis hidden from sight
in the warm flesh. He moved back slowly and then made only two thrusts
before the sensation boiled over in his groin and erupted through his hard
flesh. He gritted his teeth as the pleasure swept through him. He was lost
in it, unaware of how tightly he pressed into the flesh before him.

When awareness gradually came back some moments later, Tom looked down at
his groin pressed tightly against the white buttocks. With sudden
gentleness he reached out and ran his fingers along his friends back
feeling the satin smoothness.

"Are you done?", Mike's muffled voice came softly.

"Yeah", Tom said, his voice equally soft. Still, he made no move to pull
back. When several seconds later he pulled himself free and watched his
shrinking flesh emerge from its warm home he felt a keen sense of sadness.

Wordlessly both boys turned from the bales. As Jack began to struggle into
his shirt, Tom walked over to the clothes strewn about on the loft
floor. Too embarrassed to look at each other now that their surprising
passions had been spent they dressed silently. At last, fully dressed, they
both looked down on the magazine on the floor. Suddenly, each raised his
eyes to the other and as one, they began to laugh.

"I don't think I should take this home", Mike said picking up the
magazine. He took it to the pile of bales and stashed it in one of the
hiding places between them.

"Are we gay?", Tom asked softly after they had been walking for some
time. It was a word he had heard for the first time that day, and he had
the sudden fear that he was now contaminated in some way.

Mike, who was perhaps involved in similar worries didn't respond for some
time. "Naw", he said, finally. "If you had a chance to do it to me or Alice
Martin who would you do it to?"

"Alice", Tom answered instantly.

"Me too", Mike laughed, "so I guess were both O.K."

"Still", Tom said, worrying it over, "it was really great. I liked it."

"You like jerking off too, don't you?", Mike asked. "Doesn't mean you
wouldn't rather be doing it to a girl. That's the acid test, I guess".

Tom thought some more on this, concluded Mike was right and nodded in
agreement.

"Still", Mike said, looking at him slyly as they started down the alley
towards their homes, "would you rather do it to me or jerk off?"

Tom looked at him and a small smile turned up the corners of his mouth.

"Me too", Mike laughed, "so until we can get Alice to come out to the barn
and play I guess we just have to play it by ear."

"See you tomorrow", Mike said, as Tom turned to open the gate into his back
yard. "Maybe we can go out to the barn and find something to do." He raised
his eyebrows in a wicked leer. Tom found himself suddenly laughing. This is
going to be an interesting Summer, he thought, as he walked up the steps to
the back door.

Later that night in bed, Tom thought about what they had done in the barn.
Reliving it aroused him again, and he relieved himself with his hand. When
he finally rolled over to try to get some sleep he was still thinking of
Mike, not Alice Martin. He found this somewhat concerning.