The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. % Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection.
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"For The Love Of Michael" 11 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Go for it!"
The tail end, is the last they saw of Raj, as he ran away, diving into the deep end of the pool.
"What do you ever mean by that, Michael?"
His face red, Michael mellows out, reclaiming his statement, "You can't stand there and tell me you weren't eating up Raj, with your eyes?"
It was Dean's turn to face reality.
"Well, it's not like I've been this close to other guys!"
So, in reality, Dean was eyeing up the low-cropped swimming suit, barely covering Raj's hips. Obviously, the hint of treasure trail led to something significant. Those stretch lines of his lowrise swimsuit, more slingshot, encased a big offering for the eyes.
"But he turned you on, huh?"
At this point, Michael was looking at the tightey whitey's, after Dean inadvertently walked into the school pool, before band class, fully clothed. The bulge showed he had a vested interest.
"I don't know if it means he turned me on."
Michael reduced his `bullshit', to, "Hogwash!"
Then to tantalize, as a devilish deed, Dean puts his thumbs at the elastic of the t-w's and gives a little push.
"Ready to see me from the front now?"
It was meant as a diversionary tactic, based on Michael's `stall story'. So far it was working, as Michael's mind intently looked upon the big package.
"Oh come on!"
Frustrating the hell out of Michael, the sixteen year old laughed his ass off, pressing his briefs downwards, exposing a little `peach fuzz'. Soon the hair got dark and more massive, til the base of his teen cock could be seen.
"You're killing me, you know?"
Okay, it wasn't the most important thing about their relationship, but right at this moment, if Dean was going to play it up, so did Michael.
"Can't wait to see the whole thing, huh Michael?"
"Can't you peal any faster?"
Then the deed was done. Dean peeled his white briefs down and let them fall around his ankles. Now it was Michael's turn to be devilous.
"Well? What do you think?"
"It's adequate," Michael plainly made mention.
"Yeah right. Let's see what you've got to offer."
By the time the two finish wrestling, Dean the instigator, reaching for Michael's undies, grabbing the waistline. Michael took control, then Dean won out. Raj had done three laps of the near-olympic sized pool.
"For the love of Michael! Are you two ever going to stop this sissy stuff and hit the waves?"
He stood there, dripping, hair `glued' to his bod, the warm water, hitting air, cooling off his package.
"Then again", seeing Michael pinned down by Dean, sitting, perched right up, sitting on his belly, "might be a good time for a little `tickle torture'?"
Getting the last laugh in, when after two minutes of hands and fingers, jabbing his in the sides, traveling over his chest, exciting his perky little nips, he struggled, agitated, his erection hard as a rock, unable to take anymore ribbing, erupting, Michael got the last laugh, squirming about..
Dean never jumped up so fast, uttering, "Uggggghhhhhhh!"
As he stood there, feet spread, Michael looking upwards, watching, seeing white goo dripping, waterfalling off of Dean's back. Maybe Dean's attention span was bent on looking over his shoulder, but Raj and Michael keyed in elsewhere.
"What are you doing?"
Dean's attention shot back to his front, as a hand grabbed his cock. He placed his hand over the uninvited hand.
"Finishing off what's started."
"Let him, Dean. Believe me, Raj is `very' talented."
"I don't know. I never had any other guy touch me `there' before."
Then, the deep dark secret came to the tip of Michael's tongue.
"Raj, how about.... well, you know?"
His hand came off Dean's erection real quick.
"Me? Why don't you do `it' yourself, for the love of Michael!"
"Me do it?"
Dean was getting used to hearing Raj's catchy phrase, thinking it kind of cute. He's heard others use it, but never attached like it was, to Michael, as if something more personal. After letting the two bat `it' back and forth, Dean had a desire to be let in on the secret.
"Wait! Hold it! Time out!"
Holding up the big T' with both hands, he only recalls dealing out the instruction once before. At swimming practice, Dean took it upon himself to stop some sort of mayhem. Coach even congratulated him by taking the bull by the horns'. Now he acted like the `big man', again calling the shots.
"Somebody want to fill me in?"
Raj says to Michael, "Look," pertaining to Dean, sadly saying, "you let it die."
Looking down, sure enough, Dean's bold erection had subsided.
"Your fault. If you had gotten to it, Raj...."
"It doesn't matter," Dean jumped back in. "Wanna fill me in on what you two are arguing about?"
"Go ahead," Michael says insistantly.
"He's your friend!"
"Sure! Run away!" Michael calls after him.
Raj, takes a running leap and disappears under the pool surface, as if turning traitor.
"So? Mind filling me in, Michael?"
Michael felt something toward Dean. Unlike guys he's befriended in the past, he wrestled with this over and over yesterday. Dean was turning into this `special' guy for him, whom he also felt he could thoroughly trust. It's what his heart told him, especially pertaining to this special moment. It's a secret he's harboured for ages. Now he was bursting, to tell.
"Okay. But you've got to swear not to tell another soul."
"My lips are sealed."
Actually, Michael would rather be kissing them, then let the perfect pucker go to waste.
"So?"
"Alright."
The two sat down on the long bench, meant to steady persons, while changing.
"There's not much to tell actually."
"The way you're acting, makes it seem..."
"Okay, I'll tell."
"Sure, but don't if you don't.. you know."
"I want you to know. Y'see, Raj came in one New Year's Eve, after partying. He was kinda drunk. His room is above the garage, but he was so disoriented, he came into the main house." Michael says on the side, "And `Jesus'! Don't you dare mention any of this to my father!"
"I told you already...."
"I know. Your lips are sealed."
Michael takes in a deep breath, then exspells it, before telling more facts behind the secret, as if a practicing Yoga techie.
"Raj gets in bed with me."
"And you let him?"
"Are you joking, Dean? It's been my dream for years."
"You `wanted' Raj to get into bed?"
"Not just Raj. Any man, but wait. This is not the end."
"There's more? He didn't... you know!"
"We didn't have sex like that, but... he ducked under the covers, found my cock and... and..."
"He sucked it?"
"Yeah."
"Wow! Raj sucked your cock?"
"Shhh.... you gotta keep it quiet. If father ever finds out, it'll be the end to Raj."
"Your secret's safe with me, but is this what you two were fighting over?"
"First, I want to finish up my story."
"Oh yeah. He sucked you, then?"
"Not much else. I let happen what happened."
"Huh?"
"I lay there, letting him throw back the covers. At first he called me `Luis'."
"A pet name?"
"No, doofus, he thought I was another guy."
"I knew that!"
"You did not!"
"Okay, I didn't, so?"
"He kept calling me Luis, until he had taken a few licks. But by then it didn't matter. I wanted Raj to suck me off. By this time, he sensed I wanted it."
"Cool!"
"So you don't think anything bad of it?"
"Nah. If he was okay with it."
"Eventually he came to his full senses, realizing it wasn't `Luis' breathing."
"He could tell the difference?"
"He said he could. He stopped. I told him, don't stop'. Then Raj goes into this big diatribe, swearing it was the liquor in him, telling me he couldn't suck me off. It would be unprofessional'. I don't remember exactly what I said. Things happened fast. Yet, my pleading I know paid off. Otherwise he wouldn't have sucked me, til I came."
"Awesome!"
"Yeah. It felt real cool."
"So, what year were you bringing in?"
Michael thought backwards in time, trying to remember by birthdays.
"Last year. Oh, my birthday is in December. Your's?"
"December what?"
"The ninth. Your's?"
"The eleventh."
"Close enough."
According to Michael, this cinched it. Dean was destined to be somebody special to him.
"Sort of means something, eh Dean?"
"Like?"
Dean looked for enlightenment.
"Us meeting."
"Oh, I thought you were talking about Raj, still."
"That too. I swore to myself I wouldn't tell anyone what happened. Now here I am, telling you."
"And that means?"
Dean had an inkling of what Michael was driving at, but wasn't absolutely, positively sure.
"You're a special guy to me."
"Cool!"
"So, how do you feel?"
"About?" Dean fished for more exploratory notes.
"Me?"
"I think you're cool."
"That's it?"
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Copyright 2007 T. Chase McPhee This story may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.