Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2024 17:43:21 +0000
From: Dave A Bishop
Subject: Picking up Michael - Chapter 3

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Picking up Michael – Part 3

I will be away for a couple of weeks. Will have more after Easter. Cheers

Dave A Bishop



Michael and I met a few more times over the next couple of weeks. During
that time he told me that he told me he had changed his job and was earning
more money. One of the better market traders had offered him full time on
his fruit and veg stall and was paying him properly. He told me that after
his first week, when he was paid, he would not need to take money from
me. I told him that I was happy to support him in a small way as I had been
doing but if his situation changed again he must tell me. This last week we
had met twice the first one when we were saying goodbye I offered him his
regular money, he smiled, gave me a little kiss and gently pushed my hand
away. I told him that it was here if he needed it. I decided to put this
money away and spoil him, say, for his birthday or Christmas. I saved this
money for some time.

The next time I picked him up Michael was quiet in the car, not his usual
talkative self, so I asked him if there was something wrong. He said not
but I could tell there was something. I asked if his brother, John, was ok,
Michael said that he was but had asked questions about where he had been
going. Michael had told him that he had met a friend from the market and
that had settled him. However, he was still quiet. When we got home and had
a cup of tea he immediately sat close to me and snuggled into me. I stroked
his hair, petted him and asked him what was wrong. He answered that nothing
was wrong, in fact that everything as all right. I asked him to explain.
Michael told me a long story about his abusive father who would get drunk
and beat both the boys and their mother. Eventually mother took the two
boys away and divorced the father bringing them up on her own and
struggling. Mother had a couple of long-term boyfriends but eventually they
went away too. All the time I stroked and petted him. I simply acknowledged
what he said and replied that it must have been really tough for them
all. Michael said that as John was the elder he took more beatings and
sometimes he took beatings for both his mother and brother. I replied that
he must have been very brave and loving of his mum and brother. Michael
said that John was a great brother but he was anti-gay. Just the way he was
brought up, Michael was frightened that his brother would find out. I held
Michael by the face and asked him what he really felt about himself. He
replied that he felt ashamed for lying. I asked what it was specifically.
Michael paused and admitted that he really was gay not bi. I had guessed as
much but he needed to tell me himself. I asked about the girlfriend he had
talked about. Michael told me that he did have a close friend who was a
girl and they had spent time together but they only went out together, it
was not a sexual relationship. She had wanted more and then guessed that
Michael was not interested in her sexually. She had told him that his
secret was safe with her and that she was happy to have him as a friend.
She told him that she would also see other boys too. She even told him that
if it came out that she was having sex with other another boy the would
tell people that Michael had finished with her.

I asked Michael where he stood, he told me that I was the only one in his
life that knew about him and that I was the only adult man that had ever
shown him consideration and affection. I told him that he meant a lot to me
(I didn't mention the "L" word) and that there is no reason why our
friendship could not continue. Michael was not a soft boy but I did detect
that his eyes were tearful. I brushed his eyes carefully and kissed him
gently. This was not an invitation to go upstairs just and expression of
warmth. Michael then said "Can I call you dad?" I replied that as my boy he
could call me that but only in the house, otherwise it would have to be
Dave. Michael kissed and hugged me and placed his legs across my lap as if
wanting to sit on my knee. I held and hugged him tightly. I then asked him
how he felt about dad & son incest. He looked quizzically at me for a few
seconds, laughed out loud, and then suggested we go to bed and see if it
was different!

I led him upstairs, in the bedroom I undressed my boy then he undressed his
dad. We embraced with our erections fighting against each other. I wanted
to make love to him so when we laid down together we embraced and made out
for some time then I rolled him face down to eat his bottom. We both so
much enjoyed giving and receiving this and I was happy to eat him until he
was fully relaxed in his body as well as his home. Gently stroking the
outside of his hole with my thumbs I let them wander over the opening hole.
Eventually I very carefully let one just push gently into him.  Michael
reacted as if to move away and said "daddy I ..." but I had also used my
second thumb to gently stretch him more and then get my tongue deep into
him. That was met with "daddy ooh!" and no more sound. He was as wide open
now as I had ever got him and need to make him want more. Using some
iD-Glide I wet my longest finger and then added it to my tongue slowly
working inside him. I was met with a little tightening from him but neither
did he push me out nor did he tell me to stop. Once deep enough I went for
his prostate. I had never done this to him and was unsure how he would
react. I could feel his gland deep inside him and gently pushed and
massaged it. Michael was unable to speak, I think that he didn't understand
what I was doing but he knew it felt good. After just a minute or two I
took out my finger, wiped him clean and once more eat his bottom. I asked
him if my boy need his bottom kissing better! His response was a simple
"Yes please daddy".

When I rolled him onto his back his dick was leaking lots of pre so I
decided that it was time to suck him off but this time I would help him to
a much stronger orgasm. I asked him what he thought of the little prostate
massage. He said that it was initially not what he wanted but then he
focussed on the sensation. I knew that he had stayed hard during it. I told
him that I wanted to do it again while I sucked him off. He gave me a
sideways glance and said that I I could try if I wanted to. I told him that
was not how it was going to be and that I wanted him to tell me that he
wanted to know what it felt like to cum during whilst being massaged
inside. He said that I was making him say that I wanted it, so I asked him
straight, "do you want it?" Michael nodded gently and said that he wanted
to try it. I told him that I would be gentle and if I need to stop to say
so. I took his dick into my mouth and started work on the head and
foreskin. I love his foreskin, its so mobile and he loves me chewing it
with my lips. After a few minutes I focus on his dick head and swirl my
tongue around it, sometimes inside the foreskin, sometimes with the head
exposed. Michael loves this. All the time I am playing with his balls,
taint and hole until I can gently insert the finger once more. Michael
cried out again but not in pain and his hole twitched on my finger. Slowly
I worked deeper towards his prostate but all the time taking his dick. I
can taste pre flowing copiously, that lovely sweet & salty flavour, there
seems to be no end of it. Michael if squirming a little now but certainly
not in pain. I ask him if he is close to cumming he replied not but well on
the way. I laughed! Now I went for goal, once I had got onto his prostate I
massaged a little more firmly that before, Michaels eyes widened in
surprise but I did not stop. I could feel the prostate harder under my
finger and I chose to massage it heavily. Michaels dick head swelled as it
always does before cumming. I continued sucking and licking whilst
massaging until Michael "made noise". He started to shoot into my mouth and
I swallowed quickly as volley upon volley of boy cum shot into my mouth. I
pressed and massaged harder on his prostate until he was empty. Michael
groaned with pleasure and relaxed. I withdrew my finger and cleaned up his
dick with my lips. By the time I had gently wiped with the bed towel
Michael was asleep. At this point I realised that I had not cum but was
happy to wait. I got into bed with Michael rolled him unto he side and
spooned him. He slept for about 45 minutes and I was happy to just hold my
boy.

When he work up a little later Michael was quite groggy. He asked how long
he'd been asleep, I told him and he smiled. He said that he had no memory
of falling asleep, that it just happened. I told him that he fell asleep as
soon as he, came. He asked if I'd cum too, I said no not yet but I shall
before I sleep tonight. Michael asked if I wanted to cum now and I said
that I always want to cum when I was with him, but he was not in any fit
state to help me out! He checked his watch and said that he had plenty of
time and shall we have another cup of tea, I said yes but let's shower and
freshen up first.

Over tea, which then became a meal he asked my about falling asleep, that
he'd never fallen so quickly before. I explained to him about when you have
such a strong orgasm its usual to do this. Generally women have this, its
called "le petite mort" the little death! Fortunately only temporary! He
laughed and asked "But men have it too?" I said yes but its not common for
either men or women. Any man who has it has had an exceptional orgasm. I
told him that it was most likely because of the stimulation of his prostate
that heightened the experience. Michael then looked a little down-fallen. I
asked what was wrong. He said that he didn't want to be treated like a
woman in bed, that he doesn't want to turn into a sissy. I said that there
was no chance of that, he was too much of a man for that to happen. I
followed with that fact that he had come so hard that his spunk and nearly
drowned me. No woman could do that!

It was starting to get late for him and he wanted to get home before his
brother wondered where he was. I asked Michael if he would rather stay the
night. He said that he wanted to cuddle up to daddy all night but that he
needed to keep his brother "off the tracks". I asked him if he wanted to
ring his brother and tell him not to wait up that he going to go to a
party. Michael said he could try. After a short call to John Michael sat
down again with me and snuggled saying that he'd wanted to stay with me all
night for a while but was afraid to ask in case I said no. We sat and
watched TV for a while and drank a couple of glasses of wine each –
actually we drank the bottle then went to bed.

Once in bed we started again. As I had not cum Michael wanted to make sure
I was happy before I went to sleep. He said that it was his turn to satisfy
me. There's no was I was going to argue with him so I let him take the
lead. Michael started with a wonderful back massage, slowly working his way
down to my ass. He bypassed that and did my legs then on his way up started
to tease me with gentle strokes on my ass and inner thighs. Needless to say
I was as hard as a brick and I could feel his hardness bobbing on me as he
worked. Once or twice I tried to catch his dick to hold it but he withdrew
and told me that it was his turn to make me happy, to relax and just float
into the moment. I was happy to obey!

Ultimately after some gentle dick sucking he started to eat my bottom. This
had become a firm favourite of us both, giving and receiving. Again, like
I'd done with him, he started to press my hole and gently spread it open
taking care to like around the ass-lips and this pink inside. His thumbs
started to work deeper and I knew where he was going. Normally I like only
two things in my ass, tongue and dick but he was gentle and caring. After a
few minutes his thumb was right inside and he asked how to find my
prostate. I told him that his thumb would not be long enough and he needed
his longest finger. He swapped over, a bit quickly, but I didn't mind
really as I was really pleased he was happy to try. I was on my stomach and
he was palm up so I told him that either I needed to turn over or he needed
to go palm down. He asked me to turn over so he could get better access to
my dick. Michael said that he wanted to do to me what I had done for him. I
asked him if he meant that cos he didn't like me to come in his mouth. He
said that he would think about that nearer the time.

I rolled over and he straight away went down on my dick. As he was starting
to work me up I felt his hand at my hole and his finger slowly went
inside. I cried out a little when he went in. Thinking he had hurt me he
hesitated but I said not to, and to go on gently. Once his finger was fully
in he asked me what to do. I told him to push his finger forwards, inside
towards my dick and that he should feel a small mound of flesh. We both
knew when he found it! Michaels face lit up and he asked if that was it. I
confirmed that with a big grin on my face and he asked me what to do. I
told him to massage firmly in small circles, he could tell from my reaction
that he was getting it right. I told him that as I approached orgasm the
mound would become harder and that he was to press even more firmly on it
when massaging. I told him that it would be about the same time as when my
dick head would swell too. He knew what that meant. It would only be a few
minutes before orgasm would hit.

I didn't need to tell Michael as orgasm approached but I thought it best to
indicate in case he wanted to take his mouth off me. I called out now and
his finger went into overdrive. Had my dick had a clear shot spunk would
have hit the ceiling but Michael had kept his mouth on me, in fact he was
still tonguing and sucking. I didn't have a petite mort but was well
disoriented and so very, very sensitive. Michael asked if he should take
his finger away, I could only nod yes! It then occurred to me that he had
swallowed my spunk and not spat it out.

I asked Michael how he felt about swallowing my spunk, he told me that
earlier at home he had tried to eat his own after a wank and it really
wasn't that bad. That really, he'd only been frightened of it or choking or
something but then after trying his own he had realised that I had taken
his many times without choking or spitting and that he needed to man-up and
do it – for me. I told him he was a wonderful boy who knew how to look
after his daddy but that it was great he did it for me but in time I hoped
he would enjoy receiving spunk and do it for himself. He laughed and said
that he was not there with that one but he didn't ever think he would do it
at all. I kissed him longingly and warmly, I could taste my own spunk on
his tongue.

Michael had been hard but he'd gone soft again and I asked him if he wanted
to come. He said that he did but would happily just wank if I wanted to
watch. I said that I'd be happy to watch if he fed me his spunk at the
end. He smiled and started to slowly pump his 8". I loved watching the
foreskin move up and down and the head appear and disappear as he did it. I
gently soothed his balls between finger and thumb not wanting to interfere
with his hand action. I could see his chest tighten as orgasm approached
and the head swelled up. I missed the first volley as his head began to
swell but gently just got my lips on the end of his dick to vacuum up the
rest. I lapped it up as if it was nectar then cleaned up his dick and
foreskin with my tongue until he could take no more.

We didn't bother freshening up, he just fell asleep in my arms and then
after a while he rolled over so I could spoon him. We both slept the sleep
of the dead that night and woke again the following morning.