Date: Thu, 28 Apr 2011 15:41:36 -0700 (PDT) From: Arthur Arthor Subject: Mike and David Okay, I said my last posting would be my last. Now, this is my last posting. Again, you can put yourself in the story by saving the text to file and open it in your notepad - then, by using the 'find & change' function (CTRL-H) you can change David or Mike to whatever names you so desire. David and Mike are prepuberal as our story opens. ............................................................................... - MIKE AND DAVID - ............................................................................... "Who is he and why is he like that on your parent's bed?" asked Mike to David, his friend with whom he was having a sleep-over as they peered into the dimly lit bedroom. "I think that's Mr. Green, but I'm not too sure," replied David. The man had collapsed on the bed with one foot remaining on the floor. He was in a three piece suit with his tie cocked to one side and his rampant cock stood through his open fly. From the slack-jawed expression on his face one could easily assume him to be dead, but this was belied by a slight snore and the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. David's parents were having a cocktail party in their downstairs family room for some business associates. John Green was one of the partners in David's father's law firm. He had arrived already in his cups and David's father had told him to go upstairs and sleep it off for an hour, or so, and he would see to him after their guests had gone. Both boys were google-eyed at the spectacle. Neither had seen a man's erect penis in the flesh and both were fascinated. "Dare you to go over there and touch it," David whispered. "I dare are you to go over there and beat it," whispered an astonished Mike. "Beat it! Do you mean with a hammer or do you mean rub it up and down like we do when we beat our meat?" asked David. "Like in beat his meat with your hand around it," instructed Mike. "I dared you first. If you touch it and he does nothing, then I'll give it a couple of strokes," assured David. They tiptoed to the top of the stairs and listened to the chatter of the gathering below and tiptoed back to the bedroom door. Looking at each other, David motioned with his head for Mike to go ahead and do the deed. Both boys eased themselves into the simi-darkness of the bed chamber and approached the sleeping figure on the bed. "Do it, man!" whispered David. "I will, I will!" uttered Mike in a voice louder than intended. This caused both to step back to see whether or not that had stirred their intended target. There was no indication that the sleeper was aware of their presence. They held their breaths as they stepped closer and closer. As they stood by the bed, neither could look away from Mr. Green's erection. After a few minutes, David took Mike by the arm, raised it, and moved it in the direction of his task. "Go on and do it," he whispered. His whisper was not voiced, but was more like a modulated exhalation. He released Mike's arm and stepped back ever so slightly to gain the advantage, if a footrace was to ensue. Mike looked at the penis and then to David and back again as he slowly extended his finger toward the now wilting shaft of circumcised flesh. "Go on!" whispered David, "do it." Mike's fingertip lightly touched Mr. Green's shaft below its bulbous head. The deflating pizzle must have enjoyed the touch because it twitched and returned to its fully erect state. Mike stepped back and grinned at David as both of them returned to the safety of the door to further observe Mr. Green's reaction. Other than his penis rising for the occasion, he remained unmoved. As they observed, Mr. Green's penis twitched again and started a slow decline to the horizontal. On seeing this, both boys hurried back to the bed and Mike touched it again and added a slight rub in a circular motion. The penis once again responded by standing at attention. Both boys giggled like silly schoolgirls playing with their dolls. Emboldened by Mr. Green's lack of awareness, David reached for Mr. Green's cock and lightly grasped it as it stood proud. Gingerly he pumped the flesh up and down several times before releasing it. Again, they stepped back towards the door. Mr. Green's head turned upwards as he brought a hand to his cheek and yawned, shook his head and murmured what sounded like, "Oh, darling." He smacked his lips several times as he fell back into his deep slumber. With his head in this position, his snore was a bit louder. This reassured the boys that their shenanigan could continue. "I dare you to beat it again," said Mike. "Only this time you have to do it ten times," he added. "I'll do it, but you have to lick it after I do," dared David. "Licking and sucking yours is one thing, but I don't know about doing that to his," said Mike. Even though the very thought of doing it had caused his two inches to become four. "I'll tell you what; if you lick it first, I'll lick it." he added. Equally aroused by their mischievous adventure, David waisted no time in approaching the bedside. He beckoned Mike to come closer to observe his actions. He touched Mr. Green's prick again and it responded by twitching as he leaned in for a lick. He paused as he inhaled the musky scent emanating from the man's groin. It was not unpleasant as he had imagined it would be, but it was not that of a boy, which was his only basis of comparison. It was an unfamiliar aroma; a somewhat exotic blend of the man's soap, cologne and sweat. He liked it. He extended his tongue and licked from one side to the other below the glans of Mr. Green's penis. Forgetting his dare and that of his companion, he did it again, and then again. Turning his head to Mike, he said, "You have to do what I do, and I'll double dare that you won't do this." He then, to the astonishment of Mike, placed his mouth over the glans and closed his lips around it as his tongue danced over the silky smooth surface. He did this for several seconds and only stopped when he heard Mr. Green repeat, "Oh, darling," in groggy undertones. When he stood and turned to Mike he smiled on seeing Mike's erection poking through his pajamas. "It's your turn now. I double dog dare you!" he said as he moved to give Mike access to their prize. David then squatted next to Mike and took Mike's dick in his hand and stroked it as Mike licked Mr. Green. "Suck it!" instructed David. Mike looked at Mr. Green's face to see whether or not there was any sign that he was aware of their activities. On seeing none, he too took the rigid staff in hand, licked its underside, and placed it within his mouth. He bobbed his head several times before he reluctantly released it; knowing that they would suffer greatly, if discovered. David stood and they started to leave the room when they heard Mr. Green utter, "Do it some more, Betty Lou." They froze and turned slowly back to the scene of Mr. Green; still unmoved, eyes shut, and a tight-lipped smile on his slumbering face. Returning to the bedside, the boys gazed upon Mr. Green to see any signs of awareness. On seeing none, they stood pondering what to do next. "You know what I want to do now," asked David. "I don't think we should risk playing with it any more. Your parents may come to check on him and its bad enough that he has his dick out. I think we should go to your room and suck each other," said an eager Mike as horned as he had ever been. "I want to do something really wicked," said a smiling David. "Let's go to the garage and get some glue," he added as he pulled Mike by the arm to the door. "Glue? What are we going to do with glue?" asked an unsure Mike. "You'll see," said David. The boys descended the stairs and tiptoes to the kitchen and opened the door to the garage. David went to his father's tool chest and found several types of glue. "This is what we need," boasted David as he chose a new package of Super Glue. "Let's go!" he said as he led Mike back into the house proper. The boys ascended the stairs like cat burglars after the crown jewels. In reality the only jewels on their minds was the family jewels of Mr. Green. They entered the bedroom and approached the bed as quietly as possible. Mr. Green's erection had faded and his now flaccid penis lay like a sleeping snake and seemed to be retracting back into the fly. David placed the tips of two fingers on the sleeping giant and lightly rubbed the sensitive flesh in a circular motion. An observer would have doubted that the fingers were actually in contact with the penis; it was more like they were floating above the surface - the contact was so slight. It mattered not to the nerves which were sending pulses to the pleasure centers of Mr. Green's brain and causing his blood to divert and extend the shaft of flesh to expose more skin to the delicate touch. The penis was soon harder than it had been when the boys first discovered it. David handed the package of glue to Mike and asked him to open it. Mike had to rip the paperboard backing from the blister pack before he could get to the tiny tube of glue. He punctured the tip with the sharp end of the cap and handed the tube to David. David carefully squeezed the tube and applied several drops of the clear glue on the underside of Mr. Green's penis. He then quickly took Mr. Green's hand and moved it to his penis and pressed the penis into his opened hand. He then added some glue to Mr. Green's extended fingers and folded them around his shaft. Again, Mr. Green moaned an "Oh, darling." David then took the tube of glue and placed it in Mr. Green's other hand. It was all the boys could do to not laugh their heads off as they left the room and returned to David's bedroom. "That was awesome, dude," said Mike as he flung himself onto David's bed. "Do you think he will wake up before my mom or dad will discover him?" asked a giggling David as he sat on the bed and scooted up next to Mike. "He is pretty much out of it. I'll bet your parents will find him first because he did not awaken when we sucked him," postulated Mike. "Do me!" said David as he lowered his pajamas to expose his hard cock to his friend. "Let's do that sixty-nine thing again," implored Mike. They removed their pajamas, rotated into position and each took the other's penis into their mouths and nursed like suckling pigs feeding on their mother's teats as they lay side by side. After several minutes, Mike pulled away and asked David whether or not he had locked the door. David assured him that he had and they returned to their mutual pleasure. Each was caressing their partner's torso and stroking the hot flesh of their respective back sides with extra attention being paid to their partner's inner thighs. Each experienced their dry orgasms within minutes of each other; and they removed the penes from their mouths and continued by licking the balls and thighs of their friend. David told Mike to raise his leg to give him better access to his crotch. He then pulled himself into position to attach the flesh of Mike's scrotum and on back to his anus. He could hardly see the tiny pucker as his nose passed over it before he licked it several times. This was something neither had done to either before and it caused Mike to flinch and roll himself away from David. His eyes were like saucers, his expression that of disbelief, and he was speechless. David propped himself up on one elbow and looked at Mike with a big grin. (One of coarser birth might call it a 'shit-eating grin', but that is too close to the truth to be considered.) Mike regained his composure and he asked David, "What did you just do?" "Did you like it?" returned David. "Why did you do that? That was nasty. You licked my butt hole. That's where I shit!" protested Mike. "Well, we showered an hour ago and I saw you giving it a good washing when we were in there. It's still clean and there was no smell or taste other than that of our shower gel," assured David. "But, why lick it like that? That is . . ." said Mike before David interrupted. "Did you like it or not, Mike?" he asked. "Well, I can't say I did not like it. I was just such a shock to feel someone's tongue there," said Mike. "Come over here and lay on your belly with your feet on the floor," instructed David. Mike hesitated for a few seconds before doing as asked. David crouched behind his guest and spread the mounds of fleshy buttocks hiding Mike's anus from view. "Don't move! Just relax and enjoy the feeling," said David as he rubbed the sensitive flesh with a finger tip before placing his cheeks to Mike's ass cheeks. He then licked it in earnest; letting the tip of his tongue flick and swirl over it as his fingers massaged the mounds of Mikes flesh. "How was that? he asked as he stood and sat on the bed next to Mike. "I want to go home," Mike whispered. David was horror-struck that he had crossed a line that would end his friendship with Mike. Mike would likely tell everyone what he had done and he would never hear the end of it. He was to be a marked man; subject to ridicule and humiliation. He would forever be known as an ass licker; shunned, ostracized, and sent to Coventry by all humanity. From now on, whenever someone told him to kiss their ass, they would actually expect him to do so. He was about to cry and implore Mike to forgive him and promise never to do it again, if he would only still be his friend, when Mike asked, "Before I go, can I lick your ass and sleep with you tonight?" David drew back a fist as though he was going to slug Mike and both boys fell onto the bed in laughter. David embraced Mike, gave him with a sloppy wet French kiss, and fondled his balls and penis. "How was that kiss, Mike?" he asked. "It was great!" said Mike. "You always give great kisses," he added. "Well, you know that when we kissed it was like you kissed your own ass," informed David. Again, both boys were rolling in laughter. A blood curdling scream was heard coming from down the hall. It was David's mother. She had intended to freshen-up in the privacy of her bedroom when she discovered Mr. Green in all his glory. The boys quickly clothed themselves in their pajamas, unlocked the door, and grabbed the controllers for their video game and started to play. David told Mike that after that scream, the natural thing to do would be to go see what caused it. So, he dropped his controller and opened his door. He saw his mother standing at the top of the stairs calling for her husband to come up. He asked his mother what was wrong. "Stay in your room and close your door, sweety. Everything is alright. You and Mike should be getting to bed; you have to get-up early tomorrow," she said. They did not have to get-up early, but she had to say something to dismiss him from the action. Both boys had an ear to the door and they heard David's parents in the hall. They could not catch every word, but they knew exactly what the problem was. Everything became quiet and they could hear the sounds of doors opening and closing, and then the sounds of automobiles driving away. The party had ended earlier than intended and again David's parents were talking in the hall. All that was certain of the words spoken were those of David's mother telling he husband that Mr. Green "could not stay here." Mrs. Green was out of town. David's father roused his partner enough to lead him away without taking the time to free his hand from his now limp penis. The practical thing to do was for him to drive Mr. Green home in his car and for David's mother to follow in their car to bring him back. After loading Mr. Green into his car, David's father knocked on David's door, opened it, and and told him that they would be gone for a few minutes and not to get into any trouble while they were gone. With his parents gone, David turned to Mike and asked, "Would it be any trouble for you to lick my ass now?" "No trouble at all," Mike stated. Hurriedly they removed their pajamas and David reclined on the edge of the bed on his back and raised his legs with his knees bent and held back by his clasping arms to expose his penis, testicles and ass to Mike. Mike examined the exposed ass. He had never seen an ass before, not even his own. It was clean and not at all repulsive, as he had imagined. He moved closer, sniffed and, finding no odor, slowly extended his tongue to make contact with it. It did not bite him, so he continued to lick all around and over David's ass. David moaned his pleasure and told him to lick it harder and to work his tongue around it. He did, and continued for several minutes before he moved up and licked around and over David's silky smooth scrotum. He continued up the hard penis and engulfed it into his mouth. He bobbed his head and used his tongue as he had many times before. David's eyes rolled back, his body shook, and Mike pushed him over the cliff edge and sent him free falling into ecstasy. Mike stood and David lowered his legs, sat up, and reached for Mike. He pulled him closer and took his penis into his mouth as Mike stood and watched. Mike marveled at how wonderful something so simple could feel and, in all honesty, he loved doing things that were taboo. David gave as good as he had received and soon Mike's legs buckled, his pelvis thrust forward, and he climaxed as he fell forward onto the bed. He had fallen to one side and his stomach was resting on David's right leg. David massaged Mike's butt cheeks as he recovered from his intense orgasm. They heard the clanking of the garage door opening and put their pajamas on again. Footfalls on the stairs were followed by another knock on David's door. "Come in," said David and his father opened the door, stuck his head in and told them to not play the video game all night and that they should be thinking about going to bed. "That's a good idea, Dad. Mike's been lick. . . I mean, kicking my ass at this game. I know when I've been licked and I'll have to beat him another day," said David. Then he cocked his head and asked what all the commotion was earlier. "John Green wasn't feeling well and I drove him home. I called Doc Anderson and asked him to make a house call on him tomorrow," he said. "Sometimes John becomes unglued and has to spend some time getting ahold of himself. Know what I mean," he added with a wink as he closed the door. "Oops, Dad knows we did it. I don't think he'll do anything because, if he was going to do anything, he would have done it just now," said David. "Besides, he tolerates the man because he is one of the senior partners and Dad is only a junior. I think he may be somewhat pleased to have something he can hold over the guy's head," David rationalized. David turned off the game and the lights and both boys climbed into bed. "Lock the door," whispered Mike. "Good idea, kind sir," whispered David. They removed their pajamas, yet again, and snuggled together. Each loved to feel the other's warm flesh against his own. They were soon fondling each other and nuzzling into each other's necks. David asked Mike whether or not they should suck each other again. "If you have to ask," he said as David rotated into a sixty-nine position and filled his hungry mouth with Mike's penis. Mike, likewise, took David into his mouth and both boys gyrated their tongues around their lover's hard rods as they rocked their hips in sync with the other's movements. They did this for the better part of an hour; having orgasm after orgasm. Oh, the joys of youth. Just like the Energizer Bunny, they keep going, and going, and going! They fell asleep and David awoke in the morning with a limp penis looking him in the eye. He also noticed in the morning light something that he had not noticed the previous night. "Mike, are you awake?" he asked. Mike said nothing, so he gently shook Mike and told him to wake up. "What time is it?" asked a groggy Mike. "Time to wake up, sport," said Daivd. "Come on, wake up and look at what I've found." Mike mumbled that he wanted to sleep some more. David then reached and pulled on one of the half-dozen hairs on Mike's scrotum. That did the trick and Mike said, "what the hell are you doing?" "Pulling one of your hairs. Did you know you had hairs down here?" David asked. "Hair? You're kidding me. I've got pubic hair!" he proclaimed. Then, thoughtfully, he added, "I'm not sure I want pubic hair. That means . . ." "That means you're becoming a man!" announced David. Then he asked, "Look at mine to see whether or not I have any, please, please, please." Mike rolled David to where the morning light was shining on the bed and scrutinized David's genitals. He saw nothing extraordinary and told David that he would have to check it by feel. He then licked David's scrotum all over as consolation for not finding any hair. "No hair, but it taste good," said Mike with a big smile on his face. It would be a month before David's cock acquired its first feathers. He called his father into the bathroom and proudly showed them to him. His father told him that that was wonderful to see, patted him on the head, and told him to be sure to keep them away from glue, as he left the room. David loved his father for his kind heart and understanding of what it was to be a boy. Some day he hoped to be able to tell the story of gluing Mr. Green's hand to his penis, but now was not the time. Knowing that his father knew and was okay with it only further sealed the bond of father and son. David would count his hairs daily until there were too many to count. He would call Mike and tell him the latest count and ask Mike how many he had. Mike would make up a number that was always more than David had. When they were together, David would try to count Mike's hairs, but it was a hard task with Mike's penis poking him in the face. At the same time, they had started to ejaculate and neither liked the taste so they would finish each other by hand and shoot their semen onto a towel or into a tissue. They also started looking at girls in a different light than they had when younger. They would fantasize about this or that girl and what it would be like to have sex with them. They soon were spending time with several girls and found that they were all charming creatures to some degree. But, not being students of the art of seduction, they were unable to fulfill their desire to have sex with them. They did, however, still have each other to vent their urges. They would eventually start dating in earnest and had girlfriends that would put out the fires in their loins by putting out. They would compare notes on where they went and what they did. Neither wanted their girlfriends to suck them and saved that joy for their mutual pleasure; a fact that was unknown to the girls but they were glad not to be asked to do it. Nor did they find the need to fuck each other. Fellatio and coitus were all they wanted and other than licking each other's anus from time to time, the rectum was a one-way street. "It's alimentary, my dear Watson," concluded David after they once discussed the subject of anal intercourse. "An orgasm is an orgasm is an orgasm," countered Mike, "there's no need to add the pain of breaching the anus to have an orgasm. Besides that, my father said that he thought most of his patients with hemorrhoids were butt fucked." They roomed together at the university, married sisters after that, had several children each and still had time to suck each other from time to time. No matter what their worries were, they were transported back to childhood - a time when they had no worries - when they sucked each other.