Date: Wed, 23 Jun 2004 10:17:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: home_made_homos@yahoo.com
Subject: The Mikey Summer (Chapter 1)

Chapter One- Mikey's Handjob

Connecticut in the 1980s was definitely not the most exciting place to
be. Especially when you're 14, gay, and constantly horny as hell. That
was my problem. Being gay in those days, I really couldn't tell anyone.
There weren't any gay youth groups, no Gay/Straight Alliances in school,
not even the internet to communicate with other kids my age who were also
homos. So, I spent a lot of time by myself, doing whatever I could to
release the sexual tension pent up inside my adolescent loins.

In the summer of 1987, I was 14 years old. My parents were pretty lenient
about my curfew, knowing that I was generally a good kid who stayed out
of trouble. Most of my late nights were spent walking around my
neighborhood, maybe hoping to catch a glimpse of some of the hot guys in
my neighborhood through a partially-open bedroom window. One of the
windows I passed was that of a 12-year-old kid named Mike. I had known
him for years- the both of us having lived our entire lives in this
neighborhood. He'd always been kind of a pain in the ass. Bugging me and
the other older kids when we were trying to hang out or whatever. But
something had happened over the last year or so. I had began to notice a
change in Mike- his body was developing really well. I knew his father
was one of those guys who always worked out and had an incredibly
muscular body. Was Mike working out now, too? I had seen him without a
shirt on a couple of times. He was Italian, and had this bronze skin, and
incredibly bright green eyes. I remember thinking that when he was in
High School, he was going to get all the pussy he wanted.

I grew up in a condominium complex. It consisted of 80 units, all set up
in townhouse-style. Most of the owners had converted their first-floor
basements either into rec rooms or extra bedrooms. Mike shared one of
these basement-bedrooms with his 11 year-old brother, Pete. The sidewalk
passed immediately in front of their window, but the blinds were always
closed. It used to practically kill me knowing that these two little
hotties were just on the other side of the thin plastic levelor blinds,
possibly nearly naked.

On one of my nightly walks, I had decided that I would just casually
stand in the parking lot, close enough to be able to see into their
window, but far enough where they wouldn't be able to see me if they
looked out, or at least I thought. At about 9:00, I saw the light go on
in the window. The blinds were open! Oh joy of joys, I thought! Maybe I
would get to see something! I was so tired of jacking off looking at the
pictures I had cut out of magazines and Sunday newspaper fliers. Maybe I
would get some mental fodder for masturbation purposes.

So, I strained my eyes to see what I could see. There was Mike. He was
wearing a wife-beater and tightie whities. My God, I thought, I could die
right now and be happy. He went over to his dresser. He took off the
wife-beater. I thought my boner was going to pop out of my pants. I had
to get a closer look. I walked over towards the building, only not
directly to Mike's window. I figured I would act like I was just
casually passing the window, and happen to glance in at the display that
little hottie was showing me. I did just that. I thought hard about the
fact that Mike was in his underwear, only about 10 feet from me as I
passed. Never had I more wanted to be completely invisible than at that
moment. He was standing with his back to the window. I got a nice view of
his firm little muffin-shaped ass. I wanted to bite it. Man, that was
cool, I thought. I need one more look. Just one more. I don't even think
he noticed my passing the first time. Just one more glance won't hurt. I
turned around, and casually walked past again. This time he was facing
the window... we made eye contact! Oh, no! I thought. He saw me! Well, no
big deal. I was walking down the sidewalk, and just happened to look that
way. Yeah, that was a perfectly reasonable explanation. I did get a very
nice look at him, though!

I went home that night and spent the next couple of hours thinking about
this kid. Man, I wanted him so fucking bad. But he was a little tough
weight-lifting dude, he wouldn't have any interest in me. Oh well, I
thought, I still had the rest of the summer to get a few more glimpses of
him.

The next day it seemed like none of my friends were around. Both my
parents were working, and I had been left alone to do whatever I wanted.
However, I couldn't think of a damn thing to do. I had had my fill of
TV, so I decided to go outside and enjoy some of the beautiful summer
weather. The condo complex had a green in the middle of the parking lot,
and there were some swings and basketball hoops there. As I approached
the green, I could see that it was deserted. I went and sat on one of the
swings, and began to bored-ly swing. From there I could see across the
parking lot to Mike's window. I was shut tight. Not that I expected to
see anything at that point, I was just making the observation. I wondered
where Mike was at that moment. My question was quickly answered.

Mike's front door opened and out he came. He was wearing a wife beater
again ("the same one?" I wondered.), and tight red shorts. Damn, he
seemed so much hotter now that I had seen him practically naked. He was
walking towards me! Oh shit, I thought! He was going to say something
about how he saw me last night, and how I was just a fag. What would I
say? My mind raced as he approached.

"Hey Bryan", he said casually. Was he not going to be an asshole about
it? "What's going on?" He sat on the swing next to mine.

"Nothing, just hanging out." Remain cool, Bry. Maybe he didn't realize
it was you. Maybe he didn't even see anyone.

"I saw you walking past my window last night," he said without
hesitation.

"Uhhh...", I clumsily muttered. "Yeah, I like to walk at night."

"You saw me in my underwear. I saw that you saw."

"Did I?" What kind of a response was that, I thought? Of course I did!

"Yes, but it's cool. I don't mind." He swung a couple of times. "I like
showing off."

Showing off, I asked myself? A 12-year-old into voyeurism? "Do ya?", I
said. Yeah, I thought... I was definitely not being cool.

"Yeah." He paused. "You got any hair on yours yet?" This question shocked
the hell out of me. Hair? Mine? My what? Was he really asking me what I
thought he was? I was take aback. Before I had the chance to respond, he
said, "On your dick. You got any yet?" My heart was racing.

"Yea, I got some," I said. Ok, I was calming down, regaining my
composure.

"I don't got any yet." He said sheepishly.

"Well, dude, you're only 12. Some guys don't get any until they're a
little older." I felt myself sounding like a counselor or something. That
wasn't the direction I was hoping to take this conversation, but that's
where it felt like it was going.

"When did you first get yours?"

"Umm, it was about 5 months before my 12th birthday."

"Fuck, man. I turned 12 last month."

I laughed casually. "Don't worry dude, it will happen"

"I hope so." He looked down at his little red shorts. He put one thumb
under the waistband and pulled then down enough to show his bald little
pubic area. Did I just cum a little, I thought? "You can come by tonight
and hang outside my window. We can talk about stuff."

My mouth said, "sure," casually. My mind was screaming, "Oh HELL yes!"

"Okay, cool. Seya tonight." With that he got up and strolled to his
house. Was he shaking his ass for me as he walked, or did it always move
like that? It was hard for me to believe that I had never noticed that
little shake before.

The following 9 hours seemed to last forever. I passed the time by
jerking off 4 or 5 times (hey, I was 14!), and taking a few naps in
between. Finally, it was 9:00.

I thought of what to were. I laughed in spite of myself, thinking like it
was almost a date. I decided to go with my favorite blue "Jams" (that
brand of shorts were very popular at the time), and no shirt. Usually my
modesty would prevent me from being shirtless, but somewhere in my mind I
had thought that maybe Mike would like to see me with no shirt on.

As I left my house, I had no idea what to expect. I had always been
taught to hope for the best, but expect the worst. But in this case, I
wasn't sure what the best and worst might entail.

As I approached his window, my heart began to race. I was a humid night,
and I had to stop for a moment to catch my breath. I came up to the
window, and the blinds were closed. Did he change his mind? What should I
do? I stood there for a few moments, unsure of what to do next. Just
then, I saw Mike's silhouette approach the window. His bed was right
underneath the window, and from what I could see, I could tell he was
kneeling on the bed and reaching up to grab the cord to open the blinds.

"Hey," he whispered. I went right up to the window. He was in his tightie
whities and no shirt again. I instantly got hard.

"What's going on, man?" Act casual, Bry. Don't blow it by staring at his
crotch!

"Nothing." I could see his brother Pete sitting on the other end of the
bed, watching the TV that directly faced it. It was some sitcom with a
young Juliette Lewis. "I wanted to ask you about some stuff."

"Okay, sure." Ask me? About what? How much I want you at this very
moment?

"I'm starting Junior High next year, and I know they have to shower
after gym."

Thoughts about Mike in the shower raced through my head. "Yea, so?"

"What if I don't have any hair on my prick yet?"

The counselor came out again. "It's okay dude- a lot of guys don't have
any hair down there yet in 6th grade. You won't be the only one."

"Yea, but it's kinda small too. I think they're all gonna laugh at it."

I thought, "I don't care if it's small, Mike- I'll still suck it!" But
there was no way in hell I could say that. I could comfort him, though.
"Don't worry about it man. It's really not a big deal. Everyone's
gonna be too paranoid about their own pricks to even notice. Plus, mine
was small too when I was in 6th. By the time I was in 8th, I had one of
the biggest ones in class." Hey, that was good, I thought! I helped him
feel better, and maybe intrigued him with thoughts of my cock! Truth was,
I was actually pretty well hung for a kid of my age. I was about 6.5
inches hard, not bad for a kid that just turned 14 two months before.

Mike sat silently for a moment. Then, he leaned into the screen window
towards me. Whispering so that his brother couldn't see, he said, "let
me see it, Bryan."

I was shocked. I had hoped we would be playing
`show-me-yours-and-I'll-show-you-mine' eventually, but I didn't think
it would be this quick! I seized the opportunity.

"Okay, but you gotta show me yours then." I responded.

"Okay, let me see it." He stared down at my crotch, anxiously awaiting
the revealing.

I looked around and came to the realization that there were about 40
bedroom windows overlooking this little scene. I couldn't run the risk
of someone seeing me. "Let me come inside dude, someone might see me."

"My parents are upstairs dude," he resisted.

"Their room is on the 3rd floor, man- they'll never know."

He hesitated more, and thought about it. Finally, "Okay, meet me at the
front door." For me, meeting him at the front door meant stepping about 4
feet to my right. For Mike, it meant going to the other end of his room,
out the bedroom door, and down the hallway towards me. As I waited, I
thought to myself- I'm too boned to make it go away now... is he
expecting to see it hard? Will he freak out?

The door opened slowly. He stood behind the door as he opened it, like he
was looking to see if there was anyone there besides me. When he was
assured it was safe, he opened the door the full way. He was kind of
slouched funny. I realized that the was trying to hide his own boner.
That laid my fears to rest.

I went inside and he closed the door behind me. I stood, waiting for him
to lead the way. He walked last me towards his bedroom door. My God, his
ass looked nice. We went into his room, and he stood there for a second,
wondering what to do. His brother was still in the room. I saw a
lightbulb go off in his head- the back room. There was a storage space
just off his bedroom (remember, it had originally been a basement) where
the utility room and storage was.

"Pete, we're going back here to talk about something... don't come in,
okay?" he said to his little brother. Pete was engrossed in the TV, and
mumbled his acknowledgment of Mike's request.

We went into the little room. I crossed over to the washing machine, and
leaned against it. Mike came up to me, standing about 5 feet in front.

"Ok, let's see it," he whispered. This was the moment of truth. I
reached down, put my hand inside my shorts, happy that I hadn't worn any
underwear, wrapped my hand around my raging hard cock, and pulled it out.
It was standing in it's full glory, practically pulsating.

Mike was visibly shocked by what he saw, and quickly pulled out his cock.
I didn't expect him to pull it out so fast, but now that it was out, I
couldn't get my eyes off it. It was beautiful... about 3-1/2 inches long,
rock hard, cut, and perfectly straight. The head was about the size of a
gum drop, and the shaft got a little bigger towards the base. His balls
hung in a tight little sack. We had been standing there for what seemed
like forever, but truthfully was only a few seconds, before Mike broke
the silence.

"You have a whole bush!" My pubes were pretty thick, considering I really
wasn't a hairy guy. "It's so fucking big, Bryan! How did it get that
way?"

"Genetics," I responded, laughing. He came closer. Our cocks were now
only about 6 or 7 inches apart.

"Let me touch it," he anxiously said. Before I could respond, he had his
warm, smooth little hand around my dick. He was slowly stroking it's
entire length. I was in heaven. I reached down, and began to do the same
to him. We stood stroking each other slowly, breathlessly, for about 2 or
3 minutes.

"Do it harder," I said.

"Yea, you too," he responded. Out strokes became more steady and
purposeful. I knew I had to be the first to be touching his little piece
of meat. I wondered of he was able to cum yet.

Almost as if reading my mind, he looked up at me and said, "you know how
to squirt?"

"Yea, I do. And if you keep this up, I'm gonna squirt for you."

He looked me in the eyes. "You wanna touch tongues?" I guess this was his
way of asking if I wanted to kiss him.

Stupidly, I said, "You mean... like... kiss?"

"Nah, that's gay. We don't have to." I guessed he was making a
conscious effort not to be too gay with me, not knowing how badly I
wanted to be gay with him. He looked down at our cocks.

"Mike," I whispered. He looked up at me. I leaned down and kissed him on
the lips. He pulled away, and looked at me for a moment. He was still
steadily stroking my dick. He leaned into me, and we kissed again. His
lips parted, and I gently slipped my tongue into his mouth. He was
thrilled I was doing this with him. I could tell such was the case by how
he was now stroking me harder and the way his tongue darted around mine.

I pulled away from his mouth. "Mike, I'm gonna shoot, dude." He didn't
stop. His eyes were fixed on my cock, his hand busily working to being me
to completion. This boy wanted to see me cum, and wanted it bad. I let go
of his little dick but he didn't even seem to notice. He kept stroking
me like there was no tomorrow. I could feel the jizz building up in my
balls. The moment was near. Mike shifted his body in a way that made his
undies drop to the floor.

"Here it... unnnh... here it comes, Mike. Get ready!" his hand furiously
jerked my cock. I began to leak precum. His tongue stuck out a little
from his mouth. "Unh!" I shot my first stream of jizz onto his chest.
Mikey loved it. Each steady stream after that was coaxed out by Mike's
skillful little hand. I shot more onto his chest and stomach, some onto
the floor, some onto his little undies in a pile at his feet. He didn't
stop the furious pace he had set.

When I knew I was spent, I leaned back, pulling my meat out of his hand.
He stood there, admiring the jizz dripping from his hand. I watched as he
brought his hand up to his face, and deeply breathed in my cum's aroma.
And as much as I thought nothing else tonight could shock me, he managed
to do so. He licked the cum off his hand! He turned over his hand in all
different directions and licked each finger to be sure he got it all. He
smiled at me.

"It tastes different that mine." He continued licking it off. He even
reached down and scooped some off his chest and ate it. All the while,
acting like this was what you were supposed to do with cum.

After he was done licking it, he picked up his undies and wiped himself
clean with them. Then, as if it were nothing, put them ack on! I was so
turned on by the fact that he was wearing his undies soaked in my jizz.

"I think it's your turn. Mike." I crossed over to the weight bench his
Dad had set up in the other corner, and sat down. Mike came up to me, and
sat on my lap. I had been expecting him to sit next to me, but this was
much better. I put one hand around his waist, and held his tight little
six-pack stomach. With my other hand, I reached around and slid it under
the waistband of his undies. He was still hard as a rock. His cock was
pulsating and hot. I knew it probably wouldn't take long.

I spat on my hand and began to stroke the boy off. He became amazingly
quiet. His breathing was slow and labored. I could sit stroking him off
like this as long as he wanted me to, I thought. I was surprised that the
stroking lasted for a long time. I think he was enjoying it so much that
he purposely didn't cum too fast. I got a little more brave. With my
other hand, I began to run my fingers up and down his torso. He seemed to
really like this. He was definitely getting more turned on. I began to
tweak his left nipple. It was small, but hard as a tic tac. I wanted to
make him co so bad. I leaned in to the back of his head more.

"You gonna cum yet, man?" I whispered in the most manly voice my
14-year-old throat could muster. Mike didn't answer. "Come on, boy...
squirt for me." Did I just say "boy"? I couldn't believe what I had just
said, but apparently it was a big turn on for Mikey. I leaned in and put
my tongue in the kid's ear. With tongue in ear, hand on cock, and
fingers pinching nipple, the boy couldn't take it anymore.

Silently, Mike whispers, "I'm cumming." Then he deliberately made
himself even more quiet as his body stiffened, and he blew his wad. Each
shot squirted pretty far, hitting me and him in the face. He didn't cum
much, but he came powerfully. Every tight little muscle on his body
tensed with each shot. I began to moan into his ear. He loved it- he
threw his head back and squeezed out his last shot.

He stood up, and pulled his underwear back on. Straddling my lap, he sat
down facing me, and kissed me hard. Our bodies met, skin to skin, with
the moisture of his cum lubricating in between us.

At that point, I thought this would be the end of our adventure that
night. Little did I know there was more to come, and more to cum!

But, that's for the next chapter...

***I hope you enjoyed the story! Feel free to send me comments to me at
home_made_homos@yahoo.com . (Flames will be delightfully deleted!) This
story was MOSTLY based on fact, although it did happen over a series of
days, condensed into one for dramatic purposes.***

Mike, if you're reading this, you know who you are, and that I still
think of you ;)