Date: Wed, 27 Aug 2008 09:37:16 -0700 (PDT) From: D One Subject: Mikey Mikey was bent over resting on one knee and on the other foot and one arm. His other arm waved in what seemed like slow motion. His body glowed with sweat, I never have seen a body covered with sweat like that except in a steam bath. His face was contorted with mouth open as if he were yelling but I could see he was taking deep breaths inbetween the sounds he was making. There was something artistic about his form, exotic about his muscles which alternated between tightened definition to relaxing. And of course it was exotic. I had never been attracted to him, though we both knew we played with guys. His admission to me about going to the park late at night and hanging around the bathroom told me more then I had ever suspected about him. I had just admitted I gave Tony Altoc a blowjob in high school. As we shared a doobie, we shared admiration for Tony's athletic form back in high school. In college now, we felt the freedom to share such admissions. He said he loved the aroma of the lockerroom and then said it was like the little building behind the trees in the park. I didn't react though I had been there myself. The bathroom was in a little building not far from the picnic bench where we sat that night. "Stand by the stalls and sooner or later, a guy will nod" he said he got his first blowjob that way. I didn't ask when. "I still go there, hell sometimes I come out of there with a fist full of money" he chuckled at his revelation perhaps to soften the negative reaction I might have. I had on a leather coat which I paid for with similar source of income but I didn't tell him that. We talked about teachers too. "Hellman came on to me once" he said. "Hellman? Gawd!" I said because the man was a grandfather like man with grey hair. "He was old but in great shape" Mikey defended the man. I remember seeing the man jogging around the ballpark when I was practicing with the marching band early in the mornings. "Hung too" Mikey added quietly revealing what he didn't say otherwise. "March" I said "Yea" Mikey said reacting to memories about one of the phys ed teachers. He was younger then most teachers, shirtless allot of the time in the gym. "Saw him naked in the shower" I said "Dude he showered with us all the time" Mikey said as if to remind me. "Taught me how to lift" I said remembering the friendly man willing to evaluate our bodies and how we might improve them with weightlifting. He was almost too willing but the attention he paid to me in particular made me feel better about my adolescent body. "Ever hitchike?" I asked Mikey. We had been around each other for years in school. Though we didn't hang out as friends, we were friendly often in same groups at games, parties or other gatherings. I had seen him bareass in the locker room as he had seen me I assumed. But regardless of the times I jacked off remembering guys there, I never thought of him. "Shit man yea" Mikey responded "used to show it for guys, ten bucks" I imagined him sitting in the passenger seat and opening his fly to show his boner so some horny driver would purr maybe even touch it. Maybe they would offer to jack it or take it in their mouths too. Mikey wasn't too willing to volunteer details. "Yea me too" I admitted feeling better about being able to tell someone about my guilty pleasures for the first time. "Jacked off sometimes too" I added. Mikey giggled. Maybe the image of me jacking my cock for some old driver was funny to him or perhaps he remembered things he had done. "Remember Sal?" I recalled my first jack off partner. "Yea, guy was hung like a horse and uncut, weird looking thing" Mikey said "Why?" "Jackoff partner" I said remembering the feeling of Sal's thick meat even when soft, in my hands. "Cool" Mikey said inhaling more smoke. "What about now?" I asked. Neither of us used the word "gay" or "queer". In fact we interjected memories about girls who had been admired in high school too. "Ginny taught me stuff" he said. "What kind?" I asked. "Dancing, women stuff too" he said not adding whether he liked what she taught or not. He didn't say he had sex with her either. "Park mainly" he said responding to my "what now?" question. "You?" "If I meet someone, sure" I said thinking of Damon a dark haired exoticly dark skinned guy I met the week before. It didn't take long for us to writhe naked in my bed. We got together whenever our schedules and parents' presence would allow. I admit it was more of me reacting to someone wanting to be with me then me wanting to be with him. I wasn't sure if that made sense but I didn't discuss it with Mikey. "Go to some kinky parties now and then, they're off the wall, you should come" he said handing me what was left of the joint. "Yea? How kinky?" I asked. My hand had pleasured me when looking through some magazines that ranged from bondage to SM scenes at times. I was curiously aroused. "Not way out at least not for me. But you leave you inhibitions at the door and you'll have fun" he said "gotta hit the john" he said and patted my bare leg. His hand felt warm. I watched him walk away from the picnic table we sat on towards the building beyond the trees. There were shadows of others there. I almost followed him but decided I was too stoned to join whoever was there for whatever they wanted. The phone call was at one in the morning. Mikey told me to come to a party and I said "maybe". I couldn't sleep so I pulled on jeans and a t-shirt not bothering to wear underwear. I like the feeling of the denim againt my balls especially when I went out to cruise the park or mall. So he was there already involved. His image was so mesmorizing it took me awhile to see the black man behind him connected by his long shaft. His eyes were closed. I wondered what he was thinking of while he slid his erection in and out of Mikey's butt. His body was in good shape, black hair matted his chest. His hands rested on Mikey's dimpled buttocks easily. With each forward thrust his long fingers dug into the white skin pulling back and then would release when he withdrew. I noticed his face flinced when he withdrew and changed when he thrust into the boy. But I wanted to concentrate on Mikey so my eyes moved back to his glowing skin. I didn't know how long the two had been fucking but the room's heat certainly added to the exertion and physical sensations they both were feeling to be sure. I removed my shirt to accomodate the heat and unzipped my fly to accomodate my arousal. Mikey's big eyes seemed to stare at me but there wasn't any indication that he indeed saw his confidant and friend. My cock felt good in my hand as I stroked until I matched the rythm of the guys cock pumping Mikey's body. My breathing began to match Mikey's in depth and pace. My own butthole twitched as I could only imagine the feeling that Mikey was experiencing. His cock and balls swung jiggling when the man reversed his movements. His cock wasn't hard but hung like half hard meat anxious to grow but content at it's current size. I wanted to reach for it and fondle it. I stepped closer but didn't touch less I distract either one of them and destroy all of our pleasure. Mikey's hand moved toward me and touched my arm and then bare leg. My left hand continued to stroke my aching cock. I wondered how long they had been fucking, if the man inserted in Mikey had cum yet at all, if this were his second or even third attack. Did Mikey use some drug to make him hungry for such a long session? Was he stoned? Did he meet the guy at the party? Was he going to let more guys fuck him that night? I came. I couldn't help it. I wasn't paying attention to myself but to what I was watching. My body began to explode and I tried to hold back but too late. Instead my body spit and spit again. Sperm arched arcoss the distance between me and Mikey wetting his side and dripping with his sweat to the floor. I don't think he noticed. He was still waving an arm and moving his head as he felt his body reacting to the black guy's invasion. "Shit" I heard him say and looked at his face then back to see his half hard cock oozing. He was cumming. The guy put his hand under to feel the sperm escaping. He smiled and chuckled as he began to jam his cock so hard against Mikey he had to hold the buttocks harder less the kid fall over. I watched as they stopped both panting, neither speaking. I wasn't sure if Mikey moved forward sliding off the black cock or if the guy pulled it out of the boy. But the expression on Mikey's face showed even more pleasure then before. Despite the music and sounds of other groups seeking their own plesure, I heard the pop of the thick cock finding freedom outside the warmth of Mikey's body. Mikey shook his head like a wet dog. The blank look in his eyes disappeared and he smiled at me. The black guy pulled on a pair of boxer shorts and wandered away from us without a word, wave or nod. "You ok?" I asked knowing that was a stupid question. Mikey only nodded as he reached for my wet cock and wiped it with his hand. He looked at me as he put his fingers in his mouth and licked my cum from them smacking his lips. "Come on" he said and walked towards a darkened room. I watched his thoroughly fucked buttocks move as he moved away. I pulled my jeans off and folded them in my arms and followed him. In the darkness of the room, I felt hands, lips, butts, cocks, legs, sperm, spit and my own need to explore things I had only fantasized about. I knew Mikey and I would share a joint at some point and talk about it. It felt good to talk about it with a friend like him.