Date: Tue, 8 Dec 2015 08:50:26 +0000 (UTC) From: alex casurin Subject: Madcap Michael 1 This story is completely fictional. It will contain descriptions of sexual interactions between a boys and other males, including adult men. If the subject offends you, do not read further! You have been warned! Read at your own risk! Don't forget that if it's illegal to view this material where you live, maybe you should not be here. Maybe you should move to some place less repressive. If you're under the legal age for viewing this material, you probably should leave and come back when you're old enough. If you're still here after that warning, I can't stop you now that you've come this far. You just need to be careful. It is not cheap running a site like this, so please do consider making a donation. Just follow the links. I hope that you enjoy my story(ies). Nifty authors are not paid for their work, so reader feedback is the only reward they get. Feedback is welcome, good or bad. I'll reply to all emails I get (eventually). Just let me know. Flaming is not welcome. This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. Madcap Michael - 1 It was the first day in November. Yesterday had been the Melbourne Cup (four day weekend, how awesome). But today was a school day. An unseasonably warm school day. For the first time since February, the mercury was higher than thirty five. And for whatever reason, the school had still not purchased air-conditioning. I understood the reasons, you only really need them for maybe twenty days a year, and they cost a fortune. But when you're twelve, stuck in a classroom and you feel like the Wicked Witch of the West, being reasonable is a tall order. Even more so when your uniform starts to stick to you like a wetsuit, you're surrounded by over twenty other twelve year olds in the same position, and you're not allowed to leave. It would be fair to say I was in a dreadful mood as I raced home for a change and a shower. But a cold shower, clean clothes, and a Weis Bar from the freezer, and I was happily off to the aquatic centre. I would have taken a Golden Gaytime, but my mother would have gutted me. While making my way to the bus stop, my desired bus roared past. Damn! Have to wait at the bus stop for the next one. Which I did. Sat there at an empty bus shelter. Concrete walls faced the road. Side windows at about head height for someone sitting down, made it possible to see the coming buses. And with a bluestone wall on the other side of the footpath, it was a very private spot. Alas, it was not my own personal spot for long. A sharply dressed man, in his early twenties, sat down. We nodded to each other, but hot weather tends to curtail etiquette. "Can I borrow a cigarette?" he asked me I looked at him "Sorry, I don't smoke" "Never mind. Wise move at your age. Stick to wanking. It's free, and good for you" I reddened a bit at his boldness. "At least in moderation, from what I've heard" I replied. "True, but there's a story there, isn't there?" he asked, smiling mischievously. "Older brother, and things parents say" He laughed "That's hilarious. Where are you headed?" "The pool. You?" "Pulling an extra shift in the city" We lapsed into a comfortable silence for a while. But only a little while. He leaned over towards me and spoke out of the corner of his mouth "Hey, kiddo, wanna earn a little scratch?" "Maybe, doing what?" "How about a handjob?" I arched my eyebrow at him. I didn't quite believe this was real "You serious?" "Yes" "Here?" "There's a two metre wall there, concrete walls behind us and only eye-level windows. We can see anyone coming. And no one will see us. Come on, my bus will be here in..." he checked his watch "seventeen minutes" I wasn't sure. I'd never wanked anyone before. I didn't want to get caught, either. But he had a point. If I had to pick a place to wank someone in public, I'd have trouble picking a better spot. "OK, but I've never done this before" "you'll do fine. Scoot over next to me. Are you a rightie or a leftie?" "Left-handed" "Plenty of elbow room then" He was right. As I scooted next to him, he put his left arm around me. Not brilliant for the weather, but it felt kinda nice. I reached over to undo his fly, and reached in for his undies. Surprise! He wasn't wearing any. I fished his cock out of his fly. It looked big in my hand, and it got bigger. I wrapped my thumb around the top and started the usual pumping motion. When my thumb and forefinger ran over his coronal ridge, he gasped. So I made sure to repeat that action It must have worked, because he started grunting. Then his cock spewed what seemed like a torrent of cum over the concrete, my hand and his pants. "Aagh" he said, grabbing my towel and mopping himself up. "Thanks kiddo, that really killed the time. Hope you liked it" "Yeah, it was OK. Weird, but OK" He tucked himself away, then fished into his pocket. He brought out a five dollar note and gave it to me. I put it in my pocket without comment. I was worth more than five, dammit! He got out a pen and notepaper, and wrote something on it. "By the way, I'm Steve" "Michael" I told him "Well, Michael, if you had fun doing that, would you like to do more stuff like that?" he asked me, writing something else on the paper. "Maybe" "Cool. Well, you know those shops down there?" he asked gesturing down the street to a small group of shops about two hundred metres away. Your average suburban shop strip. Pizza, fish and chips, bottle shop, milk-bar, a computer shop, and a dry-cleaners. "Sure" "Well, go to the computer shop and ask for Ron. Give him this note, and you'll have plenty of chances for fun" Steve said, placing the note in my hand. "Huh?" "Shit, here comes my bus. Gotta go. Nice to meet you Mike, thanks for the helping hand" And with that he was gone. "Huh...weird" I muttered to myself. Then I looked at the note in my hand. RON, THIS NICE YOUNG MAN IS MICHAEL. HE'S VERY FRIENDLY AND OBLIGING. I THINK HE'S SOMEONE YOU'D LIKE TO MEAT. REGARDS, STEVE Well, that didn't make a great deal of sense, I thought, putting it in my pocket. But just then, my bus arrived, so I put it out of my mind for the moment, focussing on finding my ticket. I'll deal with that stuff later To be continued...? Hope you liked this story. Whether you did or not feedback is always welcome. Email me at willipete12345 AT yahoo DOT com DOT au