Date: Fri, 1 Mar 2013 17:34:56 +0000 (GMT) From: Andrew Foote Subject: For the Love of Mike 4 FOR THE LOVE OF MIKE. (Revisited.) This story concerns a blossoming relationship between two adolescent boys both of whom are under the legal age of consent. If due to your religion, spiritual beliefs or the laws of your country of residence you are not permitted to access such material them please leave now. CHAPTER THREE. For what seemed like an age, we just cuddled up together. `Nothing can possibly compare with this' I thought. My world and everything it stood for had been completely turned upside down and the more I thought about it the more it seemed to have been predestined somehow. Seeing Mike in the playground. Okay nothing unusual there but why was it I noticed him when there are loads of twelve year-old boys milling around? At the rugby training. Alright so it's not common to see kids of his age taking an interest and especially in shitty weather but still, under normal circumstances I wouldn't have taken a blind bit of notice. At the swimming club. Again, just another kid watching the polo practice and many of them did. Was I in love with him even then? Even before I'd even spoken to him? Surely that can't happen! Okay I've heard of love at first sight, mainly in some of those really gut-wrenchingly shitty films my Mum watches on telly but I'm a fifteen year-old boy and a not-all-bad rugby player for heaven's sake! I shag girls don't I? I've just shagged another boy. Actually I shagged a boy, not just `another' boy and it was by far the most amazing thing ever. I fucking loved it and for my sins, I love him as well even if he's made me as sore as fuck in the process! Okay God, I give up. If this is how I'm meant to be, the rest of my life as a fucking poof then bring it on! I'm in love for the very first time! With this thought I started humming that song by Madonna. `Like a Virgin' and after a few minutes I started to giggle furiously, waking Mike up. "What's so bloody funny then?" "Oh nothing! I was just thinking, that's all!" I couldn't help myself. My giggling fit turned into hysterical laughter! You must have been there! You laugh uncontrollably but you don't know why and that makes you laugh even more until you reach the point where it just hurts too much. "Spit it out for fucks sake! Now you've got me at it you bastard!" Sure enough, just like they say, laughter is infectious and we were both fighting for breath, hysterical tears running down our faces and just as I started to get a grip on myself, Mike pointed to my face and wiped away some of the moisture before bursting into another fit of hysterics and that of course set me off again! Finally we calmed down but we were both on a knife edge knowing that one word out of place would set us off again. "What..." "Don't go there... Just... Don't!!" "O...kay!!" I staggered out of bed and into the bathroom and threw some cold water onto my face. Looking at myself in the mirror I saw two puffy bloodshot eyes peering back at me and that almost set me off again! Was that sex or the laughing that did that? Either way it was well worth it! I looked at my watch. Fuck! It's almost time to get up and we've not been to sleep yet! Oh God please don't let my folks see me like this? Another giggle but this time it was just that. A giggle. I'd calmed down finally! I went back into the bedroom. "Want to know what the time is?" "No! I won't like it whatever it is!" "Then I might as well tell you then. It's almost seven... in the morning!" "Oh crap! Are you positive? You wouldn't lie to your wife would you?" Away I went again! Fortunately for me I think I was `laughed out' and I managed to regain some measure of control. "That was funny Mike! Just the way you came out with it. Perfect timing!" "It just fell out of my mouth. I hadn't planned it honest!" "Anyway `wifie', it really is seven o'clock and we both look like crap so maybe we, sorry I'll get breakfast on the go and then we better think about getting rested up. No way can my Mum and Dad see us like this!" "Like what?" "Take a look in the mirror then you'll see what I mean. For fucks sake, you've only got to look at me! Do I really look as if I've had a good night's sleep?" "Well... maybe a fortnight ago!" "Well then." "Okay okay okay. Whatever you say!" Mike headed off to the bathroom and I could hear him having a piss but then, "Fuck! Oh Jeez I look a mess and what's more my bum's very sore!" "Find some antiseptic cream. I can help heal your bum but not your face!" That sent Mike off again but my tummy muscles hurt too much to join him! Back in the bedroom I had Mike lay on his front while I tended to his injuries. "Well young man, what do we have here? It would appear that you've had a misunderstanding with the wrong end of a telegraph pole. Am I right?" Poor Mike! He was trying so hard not to laugh! "No no Doctor! It was only a cucumber and not a very big one at that!" "Well young man, I suggest you marinade it in a little more olive oil next time." "Aaron that's brilliant!" "Huh?" "Olive oil you wazzuk! Nice and slippy, no smell, no stains, it's perfect!" "For fuck's sake Mike!" "Yes! You've got it exactly! For fuck's sake! Get it?" This was going to be a day my stomach muscles will remember for ever. It was no good. We just fell about hysterically, eventually calming down with just the odd titter. I ministered to his poor sore anus. Fuck it was a bit of a mess! No torn skin which surprised me given how dry he must have been but he was bruised and red raw. I rubbed stacks of cream into him which in itself must have been painful but I was beginning to understand what a little trouper Mike was as he never so much as flinched. "I hope you're not needing to take a dump anytime soon?" "No thank God! Just don't give me any prunes for breakfast is all I ask!" "Please Mike? No more jokes? My tummy hurts more than my dick and that's saying something!" "So what's your dick have to say then?" "Shut...up!!!" I left Mike to get dressed and took the antiseptic cream back to the medicine cupboard but not before applying a large glob of the stuff onto my knob head. Fuck it was cold! Never the less it was very soothing! ***** Down in the kitchen I found all the necessaries for a cooked breakfast and concentrated my mind, or at least I tried to concentrate my mind on the task in hand. Mike was not only so beautiful as to die for, fantastic in the sack but his quick humour had me reeling and I couldn't suppress the odd snigger as I cooked. Mike reappeared looking more like himself. "So pardner. What y'all want to tucker down on." "What?" "Well you look as if you've spent too much time in the saddle so I just thought I'd enter into the spirit of things!" "Fuck you!" "Oh no you don't! Not if it makes me walk bow-legged like you!" "I'm not, am I?" "No I'm just kidding! Anyway you don't get a choice. It's sausages, bacon, fried eggs, grilled tomatoes and fried mushrooms. Toast if you're still hungry afterwards. Now do you want tea or coffee?" "I think coffee if only to keep me awake!" ***** With breakfast and the washing up done we headed back to bed, this time to get some very necessary sleep. No lights and no incense and no sex although we did cuddle up and I for one couldn't have raised a smile never mind anything else! Nine hours later I woke with the alarm. "Come on Mike it's half past four. We'd better get up." "Why?" "Because I promised my Mum we'd be back for six for supper." "Oh okay." Then promptly fell asleep again. I went and took a shower which woke me up and looking in the mirror I satisfied myself that I looked okay and certainly not as frazzled as I'd looked earlier. I didn't have to give Mike a kick as he appeared just as I went back to get dressed. "You look a lot better. What about me?" "I think you look stunning but have a shower and you'll look a million dollars." "Thanks. Can you do my bum afterwards please?" "Cucumber or cream?" "I'm on a cucumber free diet for a while. Does that answer the question?" I was rather relieved to see that Mike's bum was looking less of a mess than earlier and he chatted away as I applied the cream without so much as a grimace." "How does that feel?" "Better. Lots better! Thanks Aaron, I mean it can't be nice having to do that to me. I appreciate it." "Listen. I did the damage so it's my responsibility to make it better and anyway, I really don't mind. I love you Mike and that counts for a lot more than tending to your war wounds!" ***** Once back at my place and with supper done, we dutifully helped with the washing up before making our excuses and heading off to my room. My Dad collared me on the way, as they do. "Listen Aaron. You've school tomorrow so I expect you not to be late to... sleep, okay?" Fuck! He nearly said bed! Stupid man! "I know Dad and we'll be sensible." He then ushered me inside his study as Mike had already disappeared upstairs. "Are you okay son? I mean I don't want to pry or anything but I just need to know that you're happy. That's all." "Thanks Dad. I'm so sure of everything and so yes, I'm very happy!" "Bugger off then and don't leave it too late turning off the bloody light!" ***** We lay in bed, both of us very aware of our physical `tenderness' but that didn't deter us from cuddling up together and as sex just wasn't on the agenda, we fell into conversation instead. "Hey Mike, can I ask you something?" "Just so long as it doesn't involve cucumber sandwiches, go ahead." "I was just wondering, well... before me, did you like `look' at anyone else?" "Oh tens of thousands! Why do you want to know? You jealous or something?" "No, well I don't think so but..." "Okay there was one other boy I rather took a fancy to if you must know. Nothing happened and I don't think he was interested anyway but OMG he was really nice!" "And?" "Oh you want to know who he is as well then? Why didn't you say?!" "Duhh! Yes I want to know dickhead! I need to understand the competition don't I!" "Well? ---- Are you sure you want to know? I mean you might just get really shitty!" My giggles started to return and that was the last thing I needed! "Please Mike STOP IT!! JUST BLOODY TELL ME!" "Okay, okay! You might know him as he's about your age but he's in the special instruction classes." "What? You mean he's got learning difficulties?" "What? Oh for god's sake! No he hasn't but he's not English and he's getting help improving his English and, so I'm told, they're assessing him as to what level he should be at with his academic studies." "Oh okay. So where's Mr Beautiful from then?" "See? You are fucking jealous! Get a fucking grip will you? He's just... Lovely looking and I just...looked that's all." "Ouch! I'm sorry Mike? Go on then, you've got me thinking now!" "I'm no expert but he looks Asian, not indian-asian but maybe Japanese, Chinese or whatever. Fuck I don't know do I! Come on! If you came from central Africa could you tell the difference between an English guy from a Frog, as Belgian bloke or a German? No? I think not? So how should I know? I just know that he's fab looking, no, more than fab, fucking dishy actually!" "Okay so he's Asian but from central afri..." "Shut up Aaron! Don't take the piss! You asked the question didn't you?" "Sorry." "Anyway he's lovely looking but whatever, he's not interested in me. Question answered?" "Not exactly. You've got me intrigued and anyway, if you've never spoken to him, how do you know he's not interested? I didn't seem interested, did I? "Well he's never seemed to notice me around ever and so I take it he isn't." "Have you ever talked to him?" "No? Anyway what would I say to him?" "That's the easy part. Like I threw the rugby ball at you that time, right? Ice broken. So this kid isn't just new to the school but new to the country and probably feeling like a fish out of water so try the `hand of friendship' touch." "It sounds like you're encouraging me! Are you?" "No as such but if he's lonely, maybe a bit homesick perhaps he could use friends and you never know, he might just be a nice guy." "Yes I see what you mean, so you think that I..." "I was actually thinking that both of us should. Do you know if he plays any sport?" "I saw him the one time having a knockabout on the badminton court, just by himself but he looked as if he knew what he was doing, you know the sort of thing, very quick on his feet, returning his own volleys and stuff but other than that, I've no idea." "That's a starting point though isn't it? Let's try and dig him out tomorrow, yes?" "Why not? Nothing ventured and all that!" The exertions of the weekend ensured that sleep came very easily that night, no bad thing with school the next day and as I drifted off cuddled up with Mike I was very aware of just how contented I was laying there in his arms and just how very lucky I was. ***** Chapter Four ends. Feedback and comments are welcome no matter how you view this story. Please address these to the author. Andy. footea81@yahoo.co.uk http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html