Date: Sun, 23 Jul 2017 12:01:25 -0400 From: Youngjonboy Subject: MY FRIEND MIKE CHAPTER 7 YF GAY MY FRIEND MIKE CHAPER 7 I went to visit my grandparents and I stayed with them for a few days . They loved me about as much as any set of grandparents could love their grandchild. I always looked forward to staying with them and going to the places they liked to go to. One night we would eat at a famous restaurant called The Brown Derby, the next at a place called Clifton's Cafeteria. Every night was a different restaurant in a different city. They would allow me to choose my favorite items and I was living like a King. I don't remember ever masturbating in my bed while I was staying with them. I had reverted back to being that shy little boy, the good little grandson that grandparents love to have. The kind that never gets into trouble or does anything naughty. When my grandparents brought me back home I went to my room and unpacked my clothes that I had brought with me. I put everything on my bed and the transformation began from being the shy little kid to the kid who could not wait to masturbate that night in his own bed, the kid who could not wait to see his devious friends Mike and John. I guess walking into the room and seeing my bed and remembering the course of events that had transpired there a few nights ago, would do something like that to a sweet little kid like myself. I kicked off my long pants and put on my undies and my basketball shorts. I said goodbye to my grandparents and I told my parents that I was going to go outside and play. It did not take me long to walk to Mike's house. As I approached the house, I noticed John in the backyard by himself. I asked him where Mike was and he told me that Mike and Jack were visiting their natural father in another city and they would be back late. I realized that this was my opportunity to spend some "alone" time with John. John was a sweet looking boy and had a beautiful smile to go along with his sweet personality. They say it's hard sometimes to tell twins apart but I could always tell John from Jack because of the way John smiled. Jack was always serious and I'm not sure if I every saw him smile. John was only wearing some cutoff jeans and no shirt. He also did not have his socks or shoes on. I could see the little white band of his fruit of the looms inside of his cutoffs. We walked around his backyard and talked about boy stuff. Behind the converted garage and out of sight was a covered sofa swing. It was very comfortable to sit in and the cover on it could be pulled down so that it would be hard to see inside of it. We walked to the swing and sat on it, rocking back and forth and just talking about whatever. John was carrying a little twig that he had picked up and was playing with it as we sat in the swing. John decided to lie down on the sofa. I did the same only I was facing him. We continued to swing back and forth, just talking. John looked a lot like Mike but there was huge differences, mainly in his size and weight. John was about 10 pounds lighter than Mike and myself and at least 3 inches shorter. While talking to John, he took the twig that he had been playing with and began to move the twig along my stomach as if trying to tickle me. I had also picked up a twig and whatever he did, I did the same to him. We both would laugh like little girls because it tickled. He started at my tits and I would do the same. Then he would go lower and so would I. We played this little game until he reached just below my bellybutton. I put my twig down and I ran my finger along the edge of his cutoffs next to where his undies began. I kept rubbing my finger back and forth and I could tell he was enjoying it because he was sucking his breath in as if to let me know I could go lower if I wanted to. I put my index finger inside of his cutoffs and pointed it straight down and inside of his undies. I reached as far as I could but could not feel his dick. John knew what I wanted to do and he reached down and pulled his zipper down and unbuttoned his cutoffs. He never said a word but I knew we were about to have some fun. I reached down untied the knot holding up my basketball shorts and John's eyes were watching everything I did. I could not wait any longer, I put my hand inside of his underwear and much to my delight and pleasure I reached his rock hard penis. I told him he could do it to me if he wanted to and he placed his hand inside of my basketball shorts and found my rock hard penis. I knew that nobody could see us and I was more than eager to see his penis. I pulled his shorts down and fell in love with his adorable small penis. It could not have been more than 3 inches, maybe a little bigger. It was sticking straight out pointing towards me. It was not sticking straight up in the air. John, like Mike, was uncut and I put my fingers on his foreskin and pulled it down. It was almost like mine, it would not go down far but it would was easier to move his down that mine. I pulled my shorts down so that he could see my dick and he started touching it and playing with it. We were facing each other almost belly to belly. I wanted to do with John what I did with Mike that was so much fun. I started moving my dick to his dick and playing the sword game. He was smiling and enjoying it as much as I was. I wanted to do everything that Mike and I had done but I heard something that I did NOT want to hear. I heard my Mother calling for me. She had walked down to Mike's house, I don't know how she knew where I was but we had to pull our pants up and I ran to the front of the house to see what my Mom wanted. She was just checking on me and I had to go home to do something. It did not take long and I was ready to head back to John's back yard. When I got there, John was in the front yard and we decided to take a walk to the riverbed that was just a few blocks away. When we started walking along the riverbed trail, I noticed an area of bushes. We walked to the bushes and I knew that anyone walking the trail could not see us behind the bushes. We both knew what we were going to do. We sat on the ground and I asked him if I could put my dick in his ass. John pulled his pants down and I knew this was going to be a great day. I put my dick in his ass and reached around and held his dick. While I was humping him, I began to masturbate John. We took turns several times, changing places. Before we finished, we got on our backs and took turns jacking each other off. Neither one of us could shoot a load yet but I know that we both got the "tingle". Now I had two friends that I could count on to have sex with. Both of them liked doing it and it was all I could think about. My World came crashing down a few days later when I learned that my best friend Mike and his family were in the process of moving to another city. Mike and I never got another chance to share a bed with each other before they moved, same for John. If only we had arranged to have sex every night for the time that was left but we never did. I often wonder why I did not try harder to have more sex with them. I guess when you're a kid you don't think ahead to the future when you wish you had thousands of those kinds of memories. As a kid , you're in the present and that's the most important time for you. Within days, Mike and his family were gone. I knew where they had moved to but I never did go out to see them. I'm not sure if my Mother would have ever allowed me to travel 20 miles on my own using public transportation. Knowing that my Mother did not like their family that much, expecting my parents to drive me there was out of the question. Mike and I did keep in touch by calling each other every now and then. As the months went by, the calls became less frequent and new friends would come into my life. Eventually, I did go out to see them when I was 15. I even arranged to spend the night. . Mike told me I could sleep in his bed and he told me he would sleep on the couch. It was a pretty small bunk bed and Tony and the twins were also in the room. Mike was friendly with me but something was different. He had changed so much. He looked his age (15) but he seemed so distant to me. We never said a word about the fun we used to have. I am not sure if he had a girlfriend, I never asked. I guess that I did not want to know. Where was the Mike that used to hold me tight and masturbate me? Where was the Mike that loved for me to touch his penis and pull his foreskin back? Where was the Mike that used to be the best friend I had ever had? Where was the Mike that I would have done literally anything for if he had asked me? While I was in his bed, I was hoping he would come in and nudge me to go into the living room with him and share the couch. I lied in his bed and smelled his scent on the pillow but I longed to be held one more time by my best friend. Is this what happens when you get close to becoming an adult, you change THAT much??? I guess a better question would have been WHY I had not changed like Mike had. Was it possible that Mike was heterosexual all the time and was just having "fun" with me as a boy. When the switch came on for him, was it the "Heterosexual Switch" that went off. I knew that in my case it was the "Gay Switch" that went off. I was confused about life before this visit to Mike and now I was more confused. The next morning, Mike and already left to do something. I can't remember what he had to do. The only people left were John and myself. John had to do some housework and John and I were in the living room talking. John had a feather duster and he was walking around in his underwear cleaning the house. He came right up to me and said " I guess I need to clean everything". He lowered his shorts and dusted his dick. It was just a brief 5 second dusting of his penis . We both laughed. Of course, he had changed as well. He was 13ish and I saw some hair growing. His dick was at least 4 inches soft, it never got hard. We never talked about what we did in the swing or on in the bushes. I felt good that he still was the sweet John that I knew and still had that naughty boyish nature that made me like him so much. If only Jack and Tony had not been in that room the night I stayed over I wondered if John would have come down to my bed for some fun. I still had strong sexual urges for John, even more so for him now than for Mike. I should have invited Mike or John to come spend a weekend with me but I never did. I thought it would be hopeless because of how my Mom felt towards that family. One of my MANY regrets was to have never tried to get permission for them to spend the night with me. I will never what would have happened in my bed while we were teens. I left shortly after that and that was the last time I ever saw them. We were not little boys anymore, we were gradually turning into little men and the Golden Age was coming to an end for me. At home, I would go to bed at night and think about Mike and John and the fun that we had and wonder if something like that would ever happen in my life again. This period was also a time in my life when I began to question if what I was doing would get me into big trouble in Heaven. I was raised as a Catholic and I knew that what I was doing was a sin but how do you stop doing something that is so pleasurable. At night, I would actually say my prayers and when I knew that I wanted to masturbate, I would make a deal with God that this would be the last time in my life that I ever did it. Just one more time. Of course, that false promise was repeated so many times that eventually I just stopped making that promise. I wondered if Mike and John had that same problem as they were all Catholic as well. We never discussed religion and that was fine with me. Mike and John were out of my life but I was still just 12 years old . I would find out that when one door closes another door opens. Other boys began to enter my life and the Golden Years lived on. Those Wonder Years would come to an end when I was 15. There would be 3 more boys that I would have sex with on a few occasions from the time I was 12 through 14. My puberty period began in full force by the time I ended my 12th year and the boys I had sex with were also going through puberty. I was starting to mature but I never forgot the pleasure I enjoyed in my days before puberty set in. It was such a magical time for me, how can anyone ever forget the best years of your life. Every time I watch STAND BY ME, at the very end of the movie you see someone typing this: "I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was twelve. Jesus, does anyone?" So true.